作曲 : Alexander Vertinsky
Marc Almond & Boris Grebenshikov
 
 Once more I sent to you a letter
 Tenderly kissing its pages
 And opening the bottle of your evil perfume
 I'm inhaling its intoxication
 And then oh so clearly I see
 These thin black birds that are flying
 From the bottle they fly to the South
 From the bottle of Nuit de Noel.
 
 And soon once again comes the spring
 When the youthful violins of Venice
 Will dance out your grief and your sorrow
 Will dance out your gloom and despair
 And then your sins seems not as bad
 And your blue mistakes will become lighter
 Please don't be afraid to share all your spring kisses
 When almond trees begin to bloom.
 
 Please don't cry for me my dear friend
 I'm a bird that is frozen and sulking
 My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy
 He makes me dance non-stop all day
 And picking up the lucky tickets
 I stare at the unhappy faces
 And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka
 I'm falling asleep on my feet.
 
 Once more I sent to you a letter
 And tenderly kissing its pages
 Don't be angry at me for an unhappy end
 So seductive are my bitter tears
 And due to your evil perfume
 All this is because of those black thoughts
 Flying like birds from the bottle to the South
 From the bottle called Nuit de Noel.