How many songs are still not written, oh,
Tell my, my cuckoo, sing me.
Should I live in town or in the countryside,
Lying like a rock or shine like star, i am thinking...
Chorus.
Hello, my sun, take a look at me.
My palm is a fist now, it's ready for fight.
I don't need a reason, just give me a light.
Give me.
Who will dare to follow path of loneliness,
When the bravest heroes went away in the last war
For justice
For peace
Noone left to die for us and for our souls
With the open mind and open heart and open wallets
Like this.
Chorus.
Hello, my sun, take a look at me.
My palm is a fist now, it's ready for fight.
I don't need a reason, just give me a light.
Give me.
Oh my promised one, why are you gone again,
Have you someone better to make love with till the dawn.
Come on.
My songs are so messy when you far away
Promise me to sing them to you child some day.
I'll pray.
Chorus.
Hello, my sun, take a look at me.
My palm is a fist now, it's ready for fight.
I don't need a reason, just give me a light.
Give me.