H λέξη “μαγεία” είναι τόσο συχνά, τόσο παράταιρα και άσκοπα χρησιμοποιημένη, που έχει καταντήσει συνώνυμο της ρουτίνας. Αλλά δεν βρίσκω άλλη ο φτωχός, για να περιγράψω τις φωνές των Beach Boys εδώ. Στο κάτω κάτω, το τραγούδι σε μάγους αναφέρεται.

The word “magic”, is so often, so untimely and pointlessly used, that has become a synonym of “routine”. Still, I can’t find, poor me, another word to describe Beach Boys’ voices here. After all, this song is dealing with magicians.

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
We three kings, we three kings
Born a king on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign
Oh, star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
We three kings, we three kings
Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume
Breaths a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
Oh, star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light
We three kings, we three kings
We three kings, we three kings
We three kings, we three kings
We three kings, we three kings
We three kings, we three kings