Te saule aust [English translation]

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Against the horizon where all colors blend

A few brothers of sorrow, a few sisters of happiness wade.

Their soft legs leave scratches on ice

Well, sparkling and slightly crooked.

Here the sun rises, here she sets

Where should we go?

Here the sun rises, here she sets

Where should we go?

We still have to sing a song,

We better not make excuses.

We still have to sing a song,

We better not make excuses.

But there, where reed beds of warm dreams end

A few quieter oceans snooze.

Those that draw all their strength from them

Won't wake up against the rising day.

Here the sun rises, here she sets

Where should we go?

Here the sun rises, here she sets

Where should we go?

We still have to sing a song,

We better not make excuses.

We still have to sing a song,

We better not make excuses.