When comes night,
Remember to say goodnight;
And switch off the lights.
Shoot down the shining sun,
And bribe the moon -
To surmon an boss the stars.
Forget the worries of the day,
Dream the goodness of the heart.
But when comes light:
Rescue the wounded red horizon sun;
To scold the moon and stars away.
Take again your clubs and guns,
A war awaits to fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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