I want to get up early in the morning
Even before the dawn
When darkness still looms over
When the birds open eyes theirs
When to be bloomed prepare themselves the flowers
When start to go to brick-filed the labourers
When the boatmen prepare their minds
The tired nurses take napsitting on their chair
The police station remain quite and calm
The tea-shop owners fire coal in the oven
When the drivers again start their long journey
When the priest awakens his God
I'll get up at that time
Only to feel December morning
With foggy breath.
I know you'll certainly be with my side,
This is the time
When my surrounding takes after you
And you are felt in everywhere!
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