O dear wake and look to the east look at the nature cooking her feast.
The pitch black clouds foam in the sky, thick and dark yet they fly.
The bright red sun shines till the west; it is no more night to rest.
O dear wake up nature is on; it's a good day and a sweet dawn.
The old royal kettles of the 'lazies' fame stand on the quiet blue flame.
One boils the white milk slow, and one the coffee of the dark glow.
Both mix into warm porcelain mug, embracing each other like a hug.
Thus the coffee brews into air; the heaven invites you up one stair.
O dear wake up and breathe such air, a new day awaits you warm and fair.
The water of that calm night rain has half sunk and half gone to drain.
The lazy cover crushed in your hands, as you dreamt of those fairylands.
The mist is gone and cold breezes too, into the far off wests now they blew.
O dear wake up today is the best; it's time to work not to rest.
The pitch black clouds foam in the sky, thick and dark yet they fly.
The bright red sun shines till the west; it is no more night to rest.
O dear wake up nature is on; it's a good day and a sweet dawn.
The old royal kettles of the 'lazies' fame stand on the quiet blue flame.
One boils the white milk slow, and one the coffee of the dark glow.
Both mix into warm porcelain mug, embracing each other like a hug.
Thus the coffee brews into air; the heaven invites you up one stair.
O dear wake up and breathe such air, a new day awaits you warm and fair.
The water of that calm night rain has half sunk and half gone to drain.
The lazy cover crushed in your hands, as you dreamt of those fairylands.
The mist is gone and cold breezes too, into the far off wests now they blew.
O dear wake up today is the best; it's time to work not to rest.