The Sun is Coming
We keep on barking and barking, and barking, but the Sun is on the decline. Bloody, the Sun rises in Japan. It bleeds as the trident maple leaf in Canada. Our Sun is on the decline, but it doesn’t have to disappear in the west, we needn’t capture it in the east. The Sun must shine at Midday, in the very Middle of the Day. The Sun must shine in Latvia, as Freedom it must hold the Three Stars. From the Baltic Sea to the Black, the Sun must shine at Midday. It rises in White Sea and washes in Black. Wash the Sun’s blood in Ukraine! Its flag is pure: Golden Sun in Blue Sky. In the middle of Latvian blood, there blooms the White Sun. Join hands all the humanity! It’s time to sing and dance at the Festival of the Sun-Chosen Folk. It’s time for our Earth to heal.
Blood clots, it heals. Earth will sprout once more. But the Sun is calling. The Sun is calling for all our help: from the very lowest to the most supreme. Come together all who can: bugs, earthworms and mosquitos; eagles, ravens and swallows! Come together all the nations, it’s time to play the Sun’s game! Stars flash and twinkle beyond River Daugava, they flash in the River itself. The River of Fate is bleeding, tears flow into the Sea. White or Black, our Sea is Green, her name is Planet Earth. Come together all the nations, a neighbor to neighbor’s side! Join hands with your comrades and fellows, give your hearts to one another! Close your eyes and gaze at the Sun: See, how it sparkles, hear it singing!
The Sun must sing, the Sun must bloom, the Sun must give birth to Life. Let our Beloved Sun go! The Sun sparkles in the east, the Sun sparkles in the west. At night, it is Dear Moon who lays a star-dew pillow for the Sun. Both Russia and the USA are two blooming daughters of the Sun. None of them is wearing a crown, the hair of both fly in the wind. On our green Earth, each sister must love the other. Let Thunder thunder, friend, his is the flashing sword. Thunder is the Sun’s guardian, Thunder is the Sun’s lawyer. Let Thunder have the honor to thunder on the Sun’s behalf! Don’t make the Sun come down to die in our Black Sea! The Sun has her own Sun’s business to run, crosswise as she goes.
Here’s a cross and there’s a cross, in her hand the Golden Key. The Sun loves, the Sun sings, our Little World rests in her hands. Don’t tear apart the Sun's Little World, hold it tight so it heals! Feel the hands of your friends in yours, breathe in their pulse! Here’s a cross and there’s a cross, in our hands the Golden Key. Let’s braid the Sun’s hair, let’s braid in One crown! We are all children of the Sun, everyone matters. To the left or to the right, the Sun’s cart always rolls Straight Ahead. Criss-cross crochet, the Sun Folk love the Sun. Each child has a flag to greet the Sun. Our Beloved Sun, shine bright, shine in our Hearts! May the Moon put you to sleep instead of our tears! All the nations have gathered as if covered with snow. They aren’t covered with snow, they come with their virtue.
Each child is the Sun’s Son, the hero who must come. The Sun is one, her children many, each and everyone must come Home. Every talent is sacred to the Sun, hers is our Family, hers is our Country. Hold hands, her daughters, your task is to raise heroes! Heroes aren’t meant for war, their job is to ride the Glass Mountain. Let’s raise our hands to the rising Sun, let’s raise our hands, and, look, how it Shines! Let’s open our eyes and see only friends! We are all the Congregation of the Sun. The Sun cherishes us, the Sun loves us. Together, we must walk through Heaven. Let Thunder thunder, he is our guardian. But Thunder smiles, though flashing lightnings. Thunder knows where to put anger: put aside, put aside, lighten the load! Thus, we all have peace again. The Sun, his Beloved, is expecting their little children. Her heroes are coming Home. One Congregation in One Home, a flag for each child. A smile shines brightly on every face, a flaming crown blazing in each heart.
Riches should not be kept in a dowry, but should be passed on as in an old childhood game: from hand to hand, from mouth to mouth. The Sun gives us her Heart, we must shine it into the World. They who bury the Sun shall die. May God help us carry its Spark into the World! To share, to reproduce, to play together! Each country has its own chair, not enough for all the heads. Therefore, the Sun's song sparkles, the Sun's rite we must follow. Everyone should sit in each chair, to inherit the Sun's Wisdom. Pass it on, pass it on, don't throw the ball on the ground! The Wheel of the Sun is not an apple of discord, the Word of the Sun is the Word of God. Hers is the Kingdom of Heaven. Join hands, don’t hold back! Don’t ever hold your Love back! Love your neighbors from the bottom of Our heart and soul! Sometimes it’s very hard to find the Middle Way, especially if you have to thread the needle, but let’s try! Let’s join our hands and open our hearts! Let the Sun come! In diplomacy, it’s never about ‘me’, it’s always about ‘us’. Our World has only One Heart, though it shines in hundreds of tongues. It’s twilight. Let’s join our hands before the Hour of Midnight strikes!
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