What a beautiful thing is a day of sunshine,
a serene air after a storm.
Because of the fresh air it already seems like a feast,
what a beautiful thing is a day of sunshine.
But (there is) another more beautiful sun, ehi baby,
my sun is on your forehead!
The sun, my sun
is on your forehead, is on your forehead.
The panes of your window are shining;
a washerwoman is singing and is proud of herself;
and, while she is wringing, hanging and singing,
the panes of your window are shining.
But (there is) another more beautiful sun, ehi baby,
my sun is on your forehead!
The sun, my sun
is on your forehead, is on your forehead.
When the night comes and the sun is setting
there is an almost melancholy that comes over me.
I'd stay below, by your window,
when the night comes and the sun is setting.
But (there is) another more beautiful sun, ehi baby,
my sun is on your forehead!
The sun, my sun
is on your forehead, is on your forehead.