Natal - Boas Festas (em Inglês) Lyrics

It
The bell moaned
We were
Happy to pray
Santa Claus
He/she sees if you have
The happiness
For you to give me

I thought that everybody
It went son of Santa Claus
Well like this, happiness
I thought that it went one
Paper game
It already has been time that I asked
But my Santa Claus
Don’t come

With certainty he/she already died
Or, then, happiness
it is toy that doesn't have