In the morning the sun rises and makes everything warm,
Life wakes and is warmed and cheered
Then the cloud comes and the sun is hid
A day goes past without its golden kiss,
I hope someday the sun will return.
In the morning the sun rises and makes everything warm,
Life wakes and is warmed and cheered
Then the cloud comes and the sun is hid
A day goes past without its golden kiss,
I hope someday the sun will return.