The sun rose from behind the hills
Ripping off the layers of the dark
And her rays she spread over
The naked trees of autumn
Mountains hesitated for a moment
Since as she lullabied to their tender parts
She made them suffer the thirst For the rivers which merrily streamed in the corners of the aching towns
She woke passengers up from their dreams
As she hit the glass windows of the wrecked trains
And she planted flowers in the hearts of the hopeless
Wiping tears off their souls
She, the sun, is ignorant
Of the kisses she left on strangers\' lips
Of the fires she lit in homeless bodies
Of the yearning she caused
For eternity and for life
She fades away slowly thinking
She left the world in peace
How ignorant she is
Of the harshness
And the cruelty
Of the miserable eternal night.