The sun, that bitter lemon, shines on all
On beauty, love , on vices that appall.
The light shoots through my window, blinds my eye
Bitter lemon, one day we shall die.
The light is sharp, it cuts me like a knife
I see so clearly, shorter is my life.
On the little child the son makes play
He smiles he laughs the sun has made his daym
How my heart sings 