"The Morning Sun"
From your home to my home there’re twenty-nine ways,
Some disastrous rains, some forgiven mistakes,
And the wish to erase that day when we met each other.
If it was just a page we could tear it away,
Fold a white airplane, let it fly its own way.
If it ever came back, we would smile with you at each other.

Welcome the morning sun!
No, it’s not waiting for anyone,
It’s simply breaking inside, bringing me light.
Here is the morning sun!
No, it’s not waiting for anyone,
It’s simply breaking inside, bringing me light.
How could refuse I
From such amusement?
Will you join me for a while?

From my home to your home there’re ninety-two steps,
Some forgotten regrets, some ridiculous bets.
And the reason for us to believe that love sometimes happens.
If it was just a game we could play once again,
Have a cup of hot tea, watch a film on TV
And if one of us failed we could say that it doesn’t matter.
Words & music by Maria Akelan