Small children, big children have a dream
Twenty-four doors are the way to the Christmas tree
Every morning they open a new door
In the evening, when they go to sleep, they are already looking forward to it

Twenty-four doors and what's behind them
They discovered, quite by accident, at some point

Small children, big children, they are all the same
They find that time just doesn't pass quickly enough
They keep looking at the advent calendar
Waiting for the biggest door, but it's not yet time

In the process, so many wishes come to mind
Then they also hear: "You must not be impatient"

Small children, big children somehow feel
These doors, they never lose their mystery
Even when they are grown-ups one day
They look at the calendar as if they were still a child

Twenty-four doors and what's behind them
No one has ever fully discovered that in life

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