| Son Of The Sun |
|---|
| The sun’s in the west |
| And I’m on the road |
| And I drive to reach my mother |
| My mother is slap |
| My mother is rich |
| But the son of the sun |
| Came later |
| I’m the son |
| Of the sun |
| But I meet alive the shines in the west |
| And I drive my car to reach her |
| So I follow the heat and I try to get home |
| For twenty-four hours a day |
| I’m the son |
| Of the sun |
| On road with our traffic |
| But my car’s name is here |
| 'Cause I feel pecks my coming |
| When I drive I will show |
| While I return to the east |
| And she’ll tell me «good morning» |
