These are the morning
That King David would sing
Today for being your saint’s day
We sing them here
Wake up, my good, wake up
Look it’s already morning
And the birds sing
And the moon has gone
How lovely is the morning
That I came to greet you
We come with pleasure
And a pleasure to congratulate you
The day you were born
Flowers were born
In the heap of the baptism
The nightingales sangs
The sun is rising
And the light of the day is here
Wake up in the morning, look it’s already morning
If I could lower the stars for you
To show you how much I love you
With jasmines and flowers I want to decorate this day
Today for being the day of your saint
We’ve come to sing for you