Goodmorning my sunshine
Should I let the curtains open
To let the suns warmth reach us?
See the sun rise fast above the clouds
From the silhouettes of caves she rises
Showing herself in between two cliffs
Painting the grey land gold;
There is smell of burning grass
Come from farms awaiting the suns heat
And there are calls of flight birds
Joined by wailing infants in the hamlet
The heat scorch their skin
Alas, arise my sunshine
Let me see your pretty face smile
Upon the golden fleece from the sun
Let me behold your beauty made in Heaven
Let me stare at your cute dark eyes
For the nights strife and cold is gone
And this morning, all new things begin
Starting from the pretty smile on your face
