Being five years old in the sunshine,
Having time to be eternal
And believing in Santa Claus
Who will go down from heaven.
Do you remember?
Life was beautiful.
We were waiting for Christmas
We were waiting for Christmas, Christmas.
Being five years old in the sunshine,
Having our eyes full of sparks
And calling
Toward the sky.
Yes, I remember
Life was beautiful.
We were waiting for Christmas
We were waiting for Christmas, Christmas.
We don't live under the same roof anymore,
We don't draw little crosses anymore,
Life is passing by and we are no more children
But as I put the Christmas star on
I think about us.
I come back to childhood.
Being five years old every Christmas,
Finding the eternal childhood again
And believing in Santa Claus
For one moment of heaven.
Becoming your brother again,
Your little reckless brother,
Waiting for Christmas,
Waiting for Christmas, Christmas.
Being five years old in the sunshine,
Having time to be eternal
And believing in Santa Claus
Who will go down from heaven.
Becoming your brother again,
Your little reckless brother,
Waiting for Christmas,
Waiting for Christmas, Christmas.