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PEOPLE OF THE MOUNTAINS

BASED ON THE SHORT STORIES
OF JÓZSEF NYÍRŐ

Screenplay by József Nyirö,
István Szöts

Music by Ferenc Farkas,
Cinematography by Ferenc Fekete

Directed by István Szöts

Sound by Ferenc Lohr,
Editing by Zoltán Kerényi

Production Design by Imre Sörés,
Production Management by Pál Siklóssy

Assistant director: Mihály Morell,
Location Management by György Zombory

Cast:

The land of lumberjacks,
shepherds, and others.

Somewhere near Csík or Háromszék...

MADE AT THE HUNNIA FILM STUDIO

Many people live in the mountains.

Herders, loggers
and other poor people.

They fell trees
and tend to other's cattle.

Men of the forest
are strong and resilient,

unafraid of blood or of death.

They only have
vague notions about God,

and they regard life as wolves do.

They are gloomy,

superstitious tales
have a hold in their hearts,

they whisper strange songs,

and it is said some of them
are able to talk to animals.

Within their gaze
the majesty of the mountains

and the terrors of Hell are reflected.

They seldom descend
to the churches,

but to sermons they listen in awe.

However, God knows and loves them.

Lord, keep us safe from harm!

- Is he alive?
- I think he fell asleep.

His soul is ailing.
Fever has overtaken him.

I was so afraid that you may be late.
I even lit a candle for him.

What about the baptism?

The priest wasn't at home.

What are we to do then?

Miho, the vestryman, gave me
this Bible, so we can do it ourselves.

It's written here.
He marked the page where to find it.

I gave him two wagons of wood
in exchange.

He even gave me blessed salt.
Where did I put it?

I've lost it... Good thing
I also brought holy water.

That's the main thing.

Ah! It's frozen,
the glass is shattered.

Take care, it's still holy water!

Here, it says
what we're supposed to do.

Are you still able to read?

If I haven't forgotten how, I am.

Take a look then, what does it say?

If only I could tell
if this is big 'T' or big 'F'...

Leave it...
If you can't, well, you can't...

I've journeyed for so long in vain.

We need to do something.

The wolf declares death
for the third time...

And if he dies unbaptized,

he won't be accepted by
either Heaven or Earth,

and his soul will wander
the Alps for evermore.

I think I know how to do the baptism.

I read the book.

Then go ahead.

My little Gergö.
I hereby baptize you.

- It's all right, Anna.
- It's your turn now.

Make the sign of the cross
to validate it,

since you're not able to read.

Gergö shall be your name.

- Come with me.
- What do you want with him?

I carved his name
in this tree of life.

He needs to touch it
so that the tree will recognise my son.

From this moment on,
their fates will be one.

I present you to the Alps, little Gergö.
I'll introduce you.

Look down upon us
and listen to me, living tree.

I introduce to you
your sibling, little Gergö.

From today, your life is his,
and his life is yours.

From this day on, no one should
try to harm either of you.

Your days should not end

before the time
that fate has decided for you. Amen!

Don't be afraid, little Gergö.
The forest loves you already.

Look, little Gergö:
the birds are nesting here.

This is their world.

See how beautiful they are?
Love them.

Never hurt them.

This is our church.
We're not allowed to talk here.

Look, look!

This is my son, little Gergö.
Have a good look at him.

Wake up, sire!
The day has already begun!

The fish are plentiful here!

Look at that!
Is that your son Gergö?

Yes, it is.

A real bull calf he is!

- Good day to you!
- Good day!

Do you like sheep, big fellow?

He does,
and his mother before him.

They've just been milked,

but I won't let you go
empty handed!

Take this,
the child needs a playmate.

There.

God bless you all!

Come, take this orphan calf
so I don't have to worry about it!

You suckle her,
I'm too old for this!

We couldn't accept
such a generous gift, Uncle.

That's not why we came.

If Lőrinc can give you sheep,

then his godfather
can give you a calf too!

An entire calf?

Little Gergö!
Don't venture too far!

People of the Alps!

Everyone come and meet
Gergö Csutak!

All of this grove
is company property.

You shouldn't let
even game step into it!

- Don't you have water?
- We'll reach the stream soon, sir.

Is the water cold, miss?

Try it and you'll see.

I will if you'll bathe with me.

You're too old for this talk.

He's a great oaf,
that's for sure!

Will you embrace him then?

As Saint George
embraced his executioner!

Sire, don't start with this woman -
her husband is a wild man!

He's a sturdy little fellow.
What will he grow up to be?

He'll study and become a bishop.

A beauty like you
can afford to dream such things.

A beautiful woman like you
can do anything she likes!

He sold all the land
to the logging company.

But don't worry!
We've set aside space for the cattle.

But what will happen
to these men?

That's their business.

Whose hut is that?

Mine.

Who gave you permission
to build it here?

Permission?
There's no permission needed here.

The forest belongs to everyone.

The forest isn't everyone's.

It's the property
of the Arbour Logging Corporation.

Company owned? Out here?
All this wilderness?!

It belongs to the company, yes,
if that's how you want to put it.

I didn't know that.

How long
have you been living here?

Five years.

Who did you pay rent to
in all these years?

Rent?
Are you joking, sir?

I didn't come here to joke,

but to ask if you're willing
to pay a reasonable rent...

say, 150 pengős.

How soon can you pay?

- Me? 150 pengős for my own cottage?
- It isn't your cottage.

Everything here
down to the last blade of grass

is the property
of the Arbour Logging Corporation.

- Will you pay up or not?
- Are you out of your mind?

I will never! Not a penny!

If you keep on talking back,
I'll have this hut demolished!

You'll have a hard time
doing it while we're here!

Gergö! Gergö, what is this?

Men, you've all heard what I said:

all this territory belongs to the company.
We'll start logging soon.

No one is allowed
to live here anymore.

Don't throw your weight around!
We wouldn't stay here anyway!

Wherever you appear,
even the Lord himself departs!

And we will join Him!

You two wait!

Wouldn't you like
to make plenty of money?

Well now,
everyone would like to do that.

I have need for a decent fellow
who knows his way around the Alps,

and knows how to fell trees.

And I'm sure we'd find
some work for you too,

in the canteen or the office.

If you're lively enough,
you can make up to 200.

- 200 pengős?
- I'm not sure, I'm scared.

Well, I can give you an advance.
Yes or no?

If you're smart,
you'll grasp this chance -

the golden goose will give you eggs
whenever you like!

Don't look at the others,
think of yourself!

Do you want your son
to remain an outlaw for all his life?

My son...

Little Gergö...

I'll accept the job, sir.

Make sure you move out today.
I'll send up a wagon for your things.

Move, quick!

The entire load will miss the train
if you don't get a move on!

Come on! Forward!

Leave the beasts!
Haul off the logs!

Here, Gábor.

János Benedek, Gáspár Boda,

Áron Dénes, Menyhárt Petre,

György Szeme, Mózes Éles.

Gergely!

Yes, István?

You will travel
with the new men to Kutpataka.

We've no time to waste.
It'll take half a day for you to get there.

Am I not even allowed
a Sunday off?

You'll get double wages for Sunday.
Now, off you go.

Send her over to my hut
with a flagon of wine.

You should watch out
for her husband.

I've sent him to the other side
of the Alps with the workers.

Here it is, my love.

I haven't even had time
to count it. I have to leave.

Why do you have to?
Can't we even spend Sunday together?

Stop that. It's worth it!
I'll get a double wage.

Listen, Mihály Bálint's house
is up for sale.

- Mihály Bálint's house?
- It will be ours.

I've already arranged it with Mihály.

He says he won't mind
if we repay the money over two years.

This is incredible!
You're so smart, my sweet.

Anna! Anna!

Stop this immediately, sir!
I'm faithful to my husband!

Faithful to your husband?
But where is he?

Let's hurry up, men.
A storm is brewing.

Help! There's a fire! Fire!

Gergö, Gergö!

Hey Gergö, stop it!

Your hut was burned to the ground!
There was a fire!

My son? My wife?!

It was she who set it on fire
to get away from the manager.

The manager?

He wanted a woman
and he attacked her in the night.

He lusted after her. That's why
he gave you the job with the company.

I heard that Márton Üdö
found them in the caves.

He was the one who took them in.

There's no point, Gergö.
You won't find the manager.

He also disappeared that night!

If I were you,
I'd rather go to my wife!

- Where does it hurt?
- It doesn't hurt anywhere.

Try to get up.

I can't!

I've never seen such a thing.
There's not a scratch on her.

She seems to be ailing.
But she's fit as a fiddle.

This damned weather
hasn't stopped in three days.

So much snow you won't be able
to leave before springtime.

I'll bring in the doctor
from Szentmárton.

I don't have any money.
I'll have to sell the cow.

- Wait.
- I waited all winter long.

I cannot wait
until my wife is close to death.

The doctor won't help her at this time.

Then what should I do?

Let me tell you something.

Wait for the Somolyó Feast.

The blessed Mary
may still be able to help.

Mary...

I'm telling you, Anna,
I'm sure that Mary can cure you.

A sick person came to her,
his life hung by a thread.

She shouldn't overexert
in my case.

All I need is a crumb
of her Holy Grace.

These herbs were given to me
by Uncle Marci.

They'll make you so strong

you'll be walk to Somolyó
on your own two feet.

Yes, but we can't go
to the Holy Virgin empty handed.

- We should bring some gifts.
- I was thinking about that.

I'll make a bullwhip out of silk
for the baby Jesus.

He's a male child.
It should make him happy.

A bullwhip made of silk?

His mother will cherish
that we've made her boy happy!

But what should we bring for Mary?

For Mary... I'll carve her
little son Jesus from wood.

Little son...

His mouth, like two red apples.

Two eyes, two black pearls.

His arms as white as milk.

I'll carve a special Jesus,
and we can leave for the feast.

- I'm done. What about you?
- Anna, is that you?

It's lovely.
He looks so much like Jesus.

Lovely.
But there's a small problem.

I've carved every detail, but now
I don't know where to put his heart.

His heart?

If I put it inside him,
people won't see it.

And if I put it outside,
it might get damaged.

What do you think?

Every heart lies within.
Mine and yours too.

Yes, yes. But God's heart
is not like that of sinning mortals.

And people couldn't see it.

The important thing
isn't whether it's inside or outside...

The heart itself is the important thing.

We should only bear in mind
that it belongs to Jesus. Jesus...

May his holy name be blessed.

I will put it outside then
for the whole world to see it.

Are you all right, Anna, my love?
Can you make it?

God is helping me.

My holy Guardian Angel

Ask the Lord to bless the journey

Which we undertake

That it may profit the health

Of our body and soul

That we may reach its end

Of our body and soul

That we may reach its end

My holy Guardian Angel

Keep my family in good health

Do thou guard,
guide and preserve us...

Let us rest a bit.

Anna, my love, my love!

Little Jesus,
ask your dear mother to help us!

Surely you don't want
your little brother to become an orphan.

There's no problem.

Let's hurry.

Holy Virgin Mary,
do not leave your servant.

O, you gateway to the Heavens,
healer of the ill,

brightest star in the dawn...

Jesus

Shepherd of our pilgrimage...

Have mercy on us

Jesus

Shepherd of our pilgrimage...

Have mercy on us

Have mercy on us

Honored Virgin Mary...

Have mercy on us.

Holy Mother of God...

Have mercy on us.

Holy Virgin of virgins...

Have mercy on us.

Mother of Christ...

Have mercy on us.

Mother of Divine Grace...

Have mercy on us.

Purest Mother...

Have mercy on us.

Immaculate Virgin Mother...

Have mercy on us.

Eternal Mother...

Have mercy on us.

Virgin Flower...

Have mercy on us.

Endearing Mother...

We are very poor.
Forgive us, this is all we could bring.

You were poor as well.

You must love shepherds,

as they were the first to worship
your Son, even before kings.

So have mercy on us.

Why are you sad, my dear?

Say it, my sweet:
Blessed Virgin Mary...

Blessed Virgin Mary...

- Work a miracle...
- Work a miracle...

- Cure my mother...
- Cure my mother...

Look down upon us, my Mary.

No child should be brought up
without a mother.

We need to return home now
before night falls on the Alps.

But I hope you won't forget
about us, healer of the ill.

Come with me, good people.
This woman needs a doctor.

A doctor?

What about Mary and her miracles?

You should hope for miracles
only when human science is helpless.

Take a deep breath... Again.

Lean forward.

I must tell you
that this is a very serious case.

The patient needs to go to Kolozsvár
to see a specialist.

Take a letter from me
to the renowned medical professor,

he has specialist skills.

He's the only one who can help.

I can't take responsibility for her life.

"To the honorable professor
György Bende, Kolozsvár"

ROOM FOR RENT

My heart...

Don't be afraid, my dear.
The professor will be here soon.

They say there's no one better
than him in all Kolozsvár.

Listen, I don't house sick people
for just 2 pengős.

If you don't pay one more by morning,
I'll throw you out.

If you want to moan, pay for it.

- Good day.
- The good Lord bless you.

- Where do you hail from?
- Racu in Székely Land.

How did you bring a gravely ill woman
on such a journey?

The monks in Somolyó said
only the Professor could cure her.

Not even I can now.

You can't?

We set all our hopes on you,
Professor.

I am indeed sorry, my friend,
but I have to tell you the truth:

your wife may have only hours left.

Her agony will soon come.

Should we take her to a hospital?

It's too late and pointless.
She wouldn't be admitted.

Perhaps they can operate on her!

Listen to me.
I'll give her an injection.

May God repay you.

She will come back now.
Say farewell.

Anna, my love.
Anna, my love!

Can you hear me?

- I'm going to die, Gergely!
- It's horrible for us all.

What is your final wish, Anna?

Gergely, I want you to bury me
at home on the mountain.

Kiss my little Gergely.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name;

thy kingdom come;

thy will be done...

- How is she doing?
- She's asleep.

- Don't you need anything?
- No.

- I'll switch on the light.
- Don't!

The doctor gave her a sedative.

He forbade me to disturb her.

- Is she asleep?
- Asleep.

Then she'll get better.

She will...

I'm going to the apothecary.

No one should enter
until I come back.

What sort of a pagan are you?
What if she needs something?

It's the Professor's instructions.

He'll return in the morning
to wake her.

Well, what's wrong, son?

She's dead.

Be consoled
that she's better off this way.

Do you need anything?

I forgot to ask you
how much do I owe you?

An examination, an injection...
Five pengős.

Here you are.

What are you going to do now?

I'll carry her home.

Take her to one of the undertakers.
They'll arrange everything.

Goodbye now.

- Funeral?
- Sort of.

I'd like to know what it costs
to transport the dead.

- Where to?
- Székely Land, to Racu.

A permit, a transport...
500 pengős in total!

We will arrange it
for 400 pengős.

Yes, sir. 500 pengős...

I don't have that kind of money.

20 plus 10 is 30...

plus 10 is 40.

This is 50.

Not enough.

I cannot take you home,
my dear Anna.

20 plus 10 is 30...

Even if I have to kill to do it,
I will take you home, Anna!

Twelve o'clock...

I can make the two o'clock one.

20 plus 10 is 30... 30.

The ticket for the two of us
would cost that much.

Two tickets to Racu, Székely Land.

Anna my dear, I've got the tickets!

- Good day.
- Good day.

No point looking at it.
The gaslight's broken.

Is that right?

All right, my dear.
Try it, perhaps you can sleep.

Do you have a headache?

Don't worry,
we'll be home by the morning.

We've suffered so much.
We've been infested with lice.

They made us line up in two rows,

and between the rows
they poured some old musty maize flour

for the hungriest ones to fight over.

Then typhus struck us all. Men were
dropping like flies in the autumn.

The soldiers dug a lime pit,

and rolled the corpses in with spades

to prevent the spread of the disease.

What's wrong with the lady?

The poor soul is deadly sick.

I wish we were home already.

Doesn't the train shake so?

Keep it up, my love!

We should light a candle for her.

Her last wish was to be buried
at home in the mountains.

Cemeteries... cemeteries.
They're all alike.

I'm a poor man.
I couldn't afford the transport.

And I have
a little five year-old son too.

I want our son
to see his mother one last time.

Tickets, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.
Tickets please.

For me and my wife.

She's sleeping.

Racu is our next stop.

May the good Lord bless you all.

We made it home, Anna, my love.

Wake up, my son.
Your mother has come home.

Rest in peace.
In the name of Holy Mary.

- Leaving already?
- I am.

You're right.

God judges by your hand, Gergö.

Don't leave little Gergö
wandering about.

Don't worry about him.

- God bless you.
- May He guide you.

Pál Kuvasz, Máté Haragos,
Izsák Goldberger.

Your Honor,
in the Haragos vs Goldberger case,

the parties are not present
for the hearing.

I'm canceling
this sitting in that case.

I shall set a new date
of 28 September.

With this, today's hearing is over.

Greetings gentlemen.
Wait a minute!

What do you want here?

We intend to talk
to the head of the bar, not the feet.

Well, what do you want?
What is it you people require?

Nothing more than us
being the witnesses for Gergö Csutak.

And we're waiting
for the trial to start.

- What trial?
- Gergö Csutak's.

Was there such a trial
appointed for today?

The case was discussed
yesterday by the council.

- Yesterday?
- Yesterday.

That's not true.
It was appointed for Thursday.

Today's not Thursday,
it's Friday.

You're right.
Men, we've mistaken the date.

This is devastating.
It's quite a problem.

If you allow me to ask,
what happened to poor Gergö?

Look at the verdict, notary.

Gergely Csutak was found guilty
by the Royal Jury

for the crime of voluntary homicide,
and is sentenced to ten years in prison.

- That's impossible!
- Poor Gergö is done for.

Isn't there a way
to amend this decision?

We'll prove his innocence.

We'll testify if need be!

The prosecution was just.

The accused made a full confession.
There's nothing you can do.

But it's the manager
who's the guilty party, sir!

He was the one
who caused his wife's death!

He was the one
who ruined all of us too!

Gergely simply wanted justice.

- The company is guilty!
- It ruined our lives!

- It's so simple, sir!
- Gergö is right!

The law is clear on this.

But the law
doesn't know what we know.

The law is mindless and heartless
to condemn an innocent man!

The law is impassive.
This case is done with.

You may leave.

- I have a request, your honor.
- What is it?

Isn't it possible...?
If it's at all possible...

I'd like to serve
Gergely's penalty, sir.

- You?
- I'm already an old man.

I wouldn't have to raise an orphan.

The world would only be a better place
if I were the one to rot in prison.

- Then condemn us all as well!
- This is not justice, sir!

We were the ones who damned
the company to hell, not Gergö!

Any one of us
could have set it on fire!

- We're here as well!
- Listen, people!

You know what?
Divide Gergö's sentence amongst us all.

We'll all take our turn.

That way the goat still feeds,
and the cabbage stays intact!

Did I have a good idea there?

You are decent men, friends,
but the law's position is clear.

There's no other solution.

Resign yourselves to it
and go home quietly.

If you forsake his father, at least
help this poor innocent child, sir.

He has no father, no mother.
The poor child has no one.

According to the law,

the child will be entrusted to the care
of his respective hometown.

Please, notary, arrange
the necessary paperwork today.

And you should take care
of the child in the meantime.

Uncle Marci, Uncle Marci...

I've had enough. Take the lead.

- What's there?
- What do you see?

Someone
has already passed this way.

Must have been the police guards.

They're chasing Gergö.

- Well, God bless you all.
- God bless you.

What's your Christmas message?

Should the priest wait
to deliver the sermon?

He shouldn't wait for us.

Now that his Holiness
has forgotten us up here in the Alps,

we're in no rush to follow him.

You're right, at least
we'll have a good night's sleep!

I'll have a good rest.

Yours is a dog's life,
that's for sure!

Last year they ploughed a path
into the snowdrifts with a bull.

Poor beast almost died,

and still they couldn't
make it through to the village.

Snowdrop!

Is there any word?

The church all lit up,
incense... the Gospels.

There's no way we can celebrate.

These godless Alps
should be swallowed by the earth.

You're right,
but we won't have a Christmas.

- We could still do it.
- What?

The midnight mass.

- Without a priest?
- We don't need a priest.

Without a church?

We have the stable
as our church.

We'll construct a manger,

and we'll perform the nativity
just as it was written.

And what will we use
as the child of God?

Miho had a child,
we could put him in the manger,

then we drive a few sheep

and oxen in there, light it all up,

then we can sing and pray there.

Something like that.

I'm not playing games like a child.

I won't lift a finger to His Holiness.

If only we had a deck of cards...

Come on, people, we've been
sitting around long enough.

At least we'll have a good night's sleep.
I know I will.

Stop! Stop!

The gentry must be hunting.

Who's that?

- Let me in!
- Is that you, Feri?

Good God!
It's Gergö, the murderer!

Put out the light! Shut the door.

Hide me somewhere, they're coming.

Who's coming?

The police guards.

They shot at me
at the foot of the mountain.

- They shot at you?
- Yes.

- Did they hit you?
- Yes.

Where?

Under my shoulder.

Is that why
you're soaked with blood?

Yes.

That's quite a predicament.
The police will be here soon.

The snow is falling.
They can chase me if they want.

No problem then.
Wear something warmer.

I'm not cold.

Will you eat something?

I'm not hungry.

I'd rather have some water.

I'm sure no one will come here now.

Not even the devil himself
could find his way here in this.

What do you think?
Will you survive or die?

I'm finished.

- It's an ugly wound.
- Ugly.

I honestly don't understand you,
Gergö.

Why the hell didn't you stay put

in the nice warm prison
where you had all the comforts?

Why did you escape
into trouble and misery?

For the child...

It's been months
since I've had any news of him.

And it's Christmas.

I felt I needed to be with him
and make a Christmas manger for him,

a little Jesus...
and to sing with him.

He'll also need socks,
small boots for winter,

warm clothes and a coat...

Because there's no one
who can take care of him.

So that's why...

That's why.

You did a good thing
by escaping, Gergely.

In the morning
I'll go and get your son.

He's called Little Gergö,
isn't he?

Yes.

After that,
whatever happens, will happen.

Let's get some sleep.

It's getting late, time to rest.

- Hey, Ádám, can you hear me?
- What's got into you?

Why aren't you sleeping?

I need to go!

Where the hell would you go
at this time of the night?

To the afterlife.

My wound
has started to bleed again.

We should've bandaged it.

I was stupid to get myself shot.

I still won't see my son.

I'm truly saddened at this.

If we could delay your fate
just for half a day,

I can make my way to the village.
I need three hours to get there

and three hours to get back
in this weather.

Don't torment yourself.

It's too late anyway.

I'll still try!

Stop there! Let me tell you,
you were good to me,

feeding me,
hiding me from the police...

It goes without saying.

You know there's a reward
of 1,000 pengős on my head?

That's quite a sum!

You can have that 1,000 pengős,
Ádám.

Hey, what do you take me for?

Don't argue.
Tell the notary, he'll pay you.

While shepherds watched
Their flocks by night

All seated on the ground
The Angel of the Lord came down...

Gergö, little Gergö, my son...

Look here,
what neat little boots... Gergö...

Don't be afraid,
you won't catch cold in the winter.

Wait, I'll call your mother too.

Anna, Anna!

Csutak Gergö is dead!

Wake up, Gergö, look around!

There's the Kupás Peak,

Snowy Mount Suva,
with its deadly crags.

Look. The blue mountains there
are the Carpathians.

Beyond them, the big world awaits.

Aren't you sorry to leave it?

Think about it, Gergö,
life is wonderful.

The sun is warm,
the river water is sweet.

Will you leave your home?

Well, if you do,

then God be with you, Gergö.

You're right to leave
these mountains and valleys,

this big, wide world.

For you didn't even own the land
where your and our tears have fallen.

But we cannot let you go on
your journey alone.

I'll lay your true brother,
this axe, next to you.

Value it, for it is a fine axe,

and who knows what great forests
await you in the afterlife?

I just came to announce
that the escaped murderer Gergö

was caught by me last night.
He was badly wounded,

and now I'd like to claim
the 1,000 pengős reward.

You should be ashamed.

You come to claim this money
on Christmas day? You can wait.

- I need it right now!
- Why right now?

Because it's Christmas, and I want
to buy good boots for the child.

An orphan is seldom able
to afford his own boots.

- It's good!
- Then we're set!

Where should I stand?

Between baby Jesus
and the donkey.

He's so calm, so quiet.
Did you feed him?

Listen, the child should wear a hat
or he'll freeze.

Our life is harsh in the Alps,

so Jesus needs to adapt,
don't you think?

You're all invited to the house
to see baby Jesus in the morning.

They're coming!

Shepherds of Bethlehem

Watching over their flocks at night
From Heaven an Angel did descend

With joyful news, a babe is born...

I've brought a brother for you,
baby Jesus.

He's orphaned and abandoned
just like your people.

Please ask your Father to nurture us,

because soon there won't be any room
in this world even for the son of God.

The baby Jesus thanks you
for your worship.

And he's saying through me

that the trees which were cut
will grow again,

the bird that flew away,
will return.

In the place of a dead man,
a new man is born.

We may suffer, face misery,

but we must endure
until the end of the world.

It is not me saying this,
but God Himself!

Go over there and play.

Shepherds of Bethlehem

Watching over their flocks at night

From Heaven an Angel did descend

With joyful news, a babe is born...

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