One
lives by working too
What do I sing when I'm happy?
What do I put on top of floating melodies?
Lots of sunshine and white clouds
Laughing eyes for market vendors
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
What do I sing when I'm unhappy?
What do my melodies need to carry then?
Rain and stormy weather over the city
A penny coin for the troubadour with holes in his pants
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
What do I sing when I'm in love?
Will my love carry the song to the moon?
Just some velvet, silk and golden threads
From those is sewn a shirt for my dearest
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
What do I sing when I'm walking alone?
Wondering why I keep on writing new songs
Two strange birds already fly behind the horizon
When it's time to finish the song
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
I sing: shine, sun, walk your route, dear moon
One lives by working too, but gets rich by trading
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