Gabriela Katzer - Uciekali z Musicalu Metro

That night, an angel came to Joseph:
"Wake up the baby who sleeps so sweetly
Judea today is a dangerous zone
And counted the little boys days. "

Governor Herod is still shivering with fear
That at least his hand holds power
And the Roman emperor looks at him kindly
It is in the hands of children that there may be a weapon.

They were running, they were running
On a donkey through the desert heat
As far as possible as far as possible
Hide the child their precious treasure.

It's hard to remember my homeland in the desert
We had somehow guaranteed existence
Although sometimes the patrol would pass the temple door
A pious Jew could always pray.

But you may need to follow the exile trail
Like our ancestors once went
Maybe this is not the Promised Land
Maybe our Son will grow elsewhere.

They were running, they were running
On a donkey through the desert heat
As far as possible as far as possible
Hide the child their precious treasure.

We do not know yet what is intended for us
And though premonitions sometimes torment the bad
Heavenly Father will defend us
And again the Angel will come in a dream.

The sand covered the tracks to Bethlehem
It is easy to get lost every step
We only hope so little
Which brightens our everyday darkness.

They were running, they were running
On a donkey through the desert heat
As far as possible as far as possible
Hide the child their precious treasure.