Celebration of the holy day today,
And tomorrow will be clear again.
We can see the Sun in the sky, and know
We’ll have been to see one again tomorrow.
Where begins this life, its indication.
When with me begins communication, —
Ask myself. And when beginner letter,
First time is written on my planet?
I don’t know. But I can ask of the Sun
When did it arise in the sky? And
Behind the stars it is leaving
At some time follows so reddening.
At some time in the sky it is too dark,
When goes the Sun in evening back.
Because it must be everywhere
Where are waiting people with holy will.
Welcome my Sun every time,
And spill the light on every one.
I do know, you can make all people
More fine and sincere.
Good it is when you are in the sky
You don’t sleep at any time
And never I’ll say “good bye”!
I see it is the only day today,
When can I do another will.
I make some time together
With the Sun a little warmer weather.
I think it is very good, when one
Has many friends, but prefer the Sun.
I don’t know where is the man
Who understands where the Sun does run.
Remember anybody, soon
They will be opening with moon
Their secret. Answer they with pleasure
To the question of the people and my star-gazing.
When did you go to little find?
I’ll be very glad to see in the night.
Where have you the bed and house,
Behind the planet does live my Sun?
I know so many stars
Live in the dark sky and away run
Early in the morning. Where are they going
To sleep and where are the rest moving.
I see in the sky so much light,
And see it’s their light flat, —
There is nothing from skyscrapers.
I thank a lot, my dear friends,
I feel your help every day.
I cannot see you in the space,
But do know, – each has a good face.
I think you must be very much in need
While does live here the holy man. All people
Believe in fineness, when go you
To help, but don’t they know who is who.
I’m so much sorry, my dear friends,
You help me ever in life mine, – thanks!
Where did you go from my planet,
When I want you give more help with merit.
My little friends, I know a lot,
Where on earth all is fine, and short
The road. When does the peace prevail
And you keep singing the song of mountain?
It’s beautiful this song, and never
I did hear on earth any better.
I dream with the song, but where are the mountains, —
