English translation by the composer:

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My dearest grandpa,

Ákom bákom mákom,

Knocking at your heart I

s your grandchild, Martin.

Knocking at your heart,

With my weak little finger,

With tears fast-falling

From my heavy burden.

What is it worth, what you sent me,

This beautiful sleighbell’d sled?

There hasn’t been snow for ages

Upon the entire land.

My sweet grandpa,

Ákom bákom mákom,

Do you know the wish

Of your grandchild, Martin?

Come to our house,

You be Santa Claus;

From your white beard,

Maybe the snow will fall.

Maybe the snow will fall,

Onto the forest, onto the field;

And maybe the spring might even

Get scared away.

On the juniper-topped hills

Of round piles of snow,

The sled might even fly

With ringing sleighbells.

Come to us, grandpa,

Ákom bákom mákom,

Kissing your hand

Is your grandchild, Martin.