From one horizon to another,
The sun will fly away
To the setting in the evening
From the new and waking day.

When the moon rests in the morning,
The sun shall show its face
Far off into the distance
In a magic place

Atop the world in morning,
A new day is reborn.
Clouds rest on the horizon,
A dress the sun has worn

At noon the sun is playful,
Enduring through the day.
Watch the sparkling sunlight
Chase the shade away.

As the nighttime is advancing,
The stars spark in the sky .
On the west horizon,
The sun begins to die.

Soon the sky is filled with dark.
Night thinks that it has won.
But in the east a flame shall burn,
From that shall rise the sun.