Empty walkways and silent shouts

The wind shall blow, the rain shall fall

Murky lakes and misty clouds

A grim night is hanging above us all

The stars don't shine, the moon's too shy

The owls shiver as the wolves pass by

Sycamores no longer reach the pitch-black sky

The howls of wilderness slowly die

So when the red sun rises in the East

Myriad of lights shimmering through the trees

Another day has come for us to seize

Let us rejoice together with the birds and the bees