You men and women, you who once were children, too,
You little ones whose life has just begun,
Each of you who rests today, and will work again tomorrow:
Listen, hear what Christchild has to say!

Every year, four weeks before we decorate our trees,
And everyone anticipates the Christmas feast,
Here on this square, as in the past, the market comes
Which up and down the country they call Christmas Mart.
This little town is built from wood and canvas
Its splendour´s short, will soon be gone,
But yet it is eternal. My market is forever young,
As long as Nuremberg exists, as long as you remember it.

For young and old the sight of this Old Town of Nuremberg
Has many faces whose number can´t be counted.
Look at this square. Today in its surroundings
High buildings rise, and factories of modern times,
And many suburbs grow, yet it remains forever,
the Nuremberg of its people.

The last month of the year has come and so the day
When wishes are fulfilled and presents given.
The market´s lights shine brightly
With baubles, glitter and with Christmas promise.
But don´t forget one thing:
Those who have everything don´t need your presents.
It´s children of this world and poorer folk
Who´ll tell you what it means to give a present.

You men and women, you who once were children, too,
Be child again today, rejoice
When Christchild now invites you all to see this market.
Whoever comes to visit will be welcome.