How many songs have not written yet? Tell me,
The cuckoo, tell me, sing me.
Where will I live the rest of my life?
Will I like a stone, or will I burn like a star?
The star.
My sunshine, look at me now -
Both of my hands are ready to fight,
And give them the fire, if you know how...
That's right.
Who will follow for this lonely trail?
The strongests and the bravests were lay down in the field,
In fight.
Least of us still stay in bright memory,
In a sober mind, and with a steady hand in line,
The line.
My sunshine, look at me now -
Both of my hands are ready to fight,
And give them the fire, if you know how...
That's right.
Where are you living, my freedom, now?
Who is waking up you erly in the morning?
Tell me!
It is good with you, but bad without you.
The patient head is going be put under the lash,
The lash.
My sunshine, look at me now -
Both of my hands are ready to fight,
And give them the fire, if you know how...
That's right.