Joy and happiness unfold in me
When seeing them cheers me up.
In my bosom...
Children calling for arms.
Even the birds of the air-
Finch and lure-lark-
Sing around and along,
“How dearing?
Great soldiers,
Happy sunshine,
Touch me and touch my fellows,
Awake us to the blissful day ahead,
As we call today.”
« return.