After your mother the first to kiss you was the sun.
Like a distant red island
It shone above the stork's nest.
And the first sadness of farewell
It left you one evening.
And from the east to the west
An unquenchable fire
Envelops you in an arc on this earth.
And your blood quietly ripples
Your forefathers' prayer to the sun.

By the sun you sought your path.
By the sun you sought your home.
And by the sun you sought your bonfire.

After your mother the first to kiss you was the sun.