Once upon a time there was a little boy
He begged so nicely and sweetly
Mamatschi give me a little horse
A little horse would be my paradise
And then the little man received
A pair of horses made of marzipan
He looks at them and cries and says
I don't want horses like that
Mamatschi give me a little horse
A little horse would be my paradise
Mamatschi wanted horses like that Not me
Winter had come to the land
And his request was heard
The little Christ child came flying
And brought him what he desired
Standing proudly under the Christmas tree
br/>Two horses made of varnished wood
He looks at them, cries and speaks
I don't want horses like that
Mamatschi give me . . . .
And many years have passed
And the boy became a man
Then, with the windows tightly covered,
A magnificent carriage stood in front of the house
Standing in front of a magnificent carriage
Four horses richly decorated and beautiful
They carried his poor little mother for him
Then he remembered his youth
Mamatschi give me a little horse
A little horse would be my paradise< br/>I didn't want mamatschi mourning horses

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