The midday brightness, with gentle hands even closes
Against chest it passes, through the fingers
You run to the living room, you carry a large sword of cardboard
Footprints full of sand, across the carpet you take a shortcut
I see how queitly, bravely you swallow the pain
Determined jaws of yours waver and to the miracle
you wake me shining, across the first light of morning
Below the trees, to the back of the house, ran the fox and its cubs
On the street you will face many shiny and worthless
Accrues a bunch of tears, in them might be a gold nugget
In the sneaking darkness, just a while before going to sleep
Add snow to ski jump, you want the speed back
Sleep arrives erasing, sound thoughts on your face
I hope you do not wake too early on your turn
On the street you will face many smiling merciless
Accrues a bunch of tears, in them might be a gold nugget
On the street you will face many shiny and worhtless
Accrues a bunch of tears, in them might be a gold nugget