You love the sunrise
In that blue-eyed girl
And you're never complaining
Of her days of storm
Your journey is starting
Around six o'clock
When your hands are walking
Into her hair of gold
You buy the ticket
For the long ride home
The world is awaken
From the shoulder next-door!
Wings of a spring
Are floating above -
The train of the sun-rising
Carries the call of love!
Your journey's a perpetuum
Into that blue-eyed girl...
The world's daily renewing
Into the chest next-door!
