You who are far from your friends
From your land and your home
And you carry sorrow, sorrow in your soul
Why don't you stop thinking about it?
You can't, you can't stop remembering
I want you to know that here at my table
Because of that and many other things
Come to my house this Christmas
Because of that and many other things
Come to my house this Christmas
You, who may be thinking of your mother
I want you to know that tonight he'll be with you
Don’t wander those streets alone
And come with us and, by our side, try to smile
Because of that and many other things
Come to my house this Christmas
Because of that and many other things
Come to my house this Christmas