Pot - Pourri - 'natal brasileiro' - Simonetti com orquestra e coro rge

Tomorrow, children Comes the good Santa Claus With a heavy bag with a lot of toys To Dito, a whistle To Zeca, a shuttlecock A ball for playing, that's what Valdemar wants Santa Claus, Santa Claus Arrived from the sky, he did Santa Claus, Santa Claus The good friend of mine Merry Christmas, Santa Claus Gifts he will give me Merry Christmas, Santa Claus He will stay with me When Christmas is coming, I keep thinking of Santa Claus Many pretty toys Tin soldiers, little whistle trains But I wouldn't want anything of those if Santa Claus would want to get me Bring me joy And take away the sadness of my suffer Night has fallen The bell has rang We remained Happily praying Santa Claus Have you Some happiness To give me? I thought everybody was Santa Claus' son Well, I thought happiness was a paper toy (Paper toy) I asked him so long ago, my Santa Claus is not coming Surely, he passed away or maybe happiness is a toy he doesn't build Santa Claus Santa Claus!