I was following the pack,
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin’ in the snow
And I turned ‘round and there you go.
And, Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow
Red as strawberries in the summertime.
Así de bonita va a ponerse la ciudad de Dortmund en unos días. Ya huele a Navidad.
