Once walking under heavy Sun I've got some bright idea -
I asked myself: What are you doing boy?
Why making efforts? What for so many deals?
What for all this waste while I can just enjoy the joy?

Then dying in the snowy field my final though ran over -
I made a mistake... In fact I wasn't right.
There is no joy without waste and without getting lower.
So terribly sad - bright idea wasn't really bright.

Heavy Sun, oh please, heavy Sun,
Bring some more light and warm
To your lazy son.

Heavy Sun, oh please, heavy Sun,
Bring some more light and warm
To your lazy son.