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One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, that’s all!
Everyone awaits this light,
Fearing it and not fearing it.
The light of the sun from my eyes,
Tonight, it won’t be able to enter,
And people loudly count to ten:
One! – The sun rises.
Two! - The sun rises.
Three! – It’s brighter than all the stars.
Four! - The sun rises.
The sun shines from my hands,
It can burn and blind you,
When it flares up in my fist,
It will lie as a flame on your face.
Tonight, it won’t be able to enter,
And people loudly count to ten:
One! – The sun rises.
Two! - The sun rises.
Three! – It’s brighter than all the stars.
Four! - The sun rises.
Five! – The sun rises.
Six! - The sun rises.
Seven! – It’s brighter than all the stars.
Eight, nine! - The sun rises.
The sun shines from my hands,
It can burn and blind you,
When it flares up in my fist,
It will lie as a flame on your face,
It will lie painfully on your chest,
Balance can no longer be restored,
It will knock you to the ground,
And people loudly count to ten:
One! – The sun rises.
Two! - The sun rises.
Three! – It’s brighter than all the stars.
Four! – And it will never fall from the sky.
Five! – The sun rises.
Six! - The sun rises.
Seven! – It’s brighter than all the stars.
Eight, nine! - The sun rises. :smile03: