Mozzafiato Trattiene il fiato, ma non la notizia.
Bright bright burning sun
Gaily dancing in the sky
Inviting children to bathe in fun
And swish through the fields of rye.
Bright bright burning sun
Sharing joy with those below
Catching children as they run
Casting light on all the trees, row after row.
Bright bright burning sun
Kindly remember the little flowers
They have no legs on which to run
And celebrate the daylight hours.
Bright bright burning sun
Your golden sphere is dimming
The magic of the day is done
Night advances..bringing its soldiers intent on sinning.
