And so, then,
just another day
slowly seeping in,
slowly smuggling itself in.
And so, then,
goodbye to yesterday
and let everyone tend
to what he needs to tend to.
You, light up the sun.
You, dye the sea,
and you, slide apart the veil
obscuring the sky,
and you, go and whitewash
the sea foam and the cloud,
the snow and the wool,
and you, come with me to sing to the morning.
You, get to drawing
the wheat and the flower.
You, you are the wind,
give them motion,
and you, give them colours.
You, knead the mountains,
you, go to the well and get water
and you, come with me and the rooster to sing.
For we have to start
another day.
You press on forward,
the guys behind are pushing on.
And put your socks on, my little dove,
and come to cook the new day.
Everything is ready- the water, the sun, the mud,
but without you, there won´t be a miracle.
If you are missing,
in a world that is sick and white-haired,
who would make its bed
and who would comb its head
and who will wash its face.
If your laughter is missing
to kick it into motion,
come with me and the rooster to sing.