As I am touched by the hands
Of the naked sun
I can feel her pleasant warmth upon me
Carrying my mind away to the hidden clouds
...
As pale shadows of abusive men
Dominate by their destructive greed
Darkening the hour
The children wait
...
In this dark place of ghostly light
Where life seems to be so fragile
And the shadows appear to cast a spell on you
I don`t want you to fear my son
...
Naked Sun
As I am touched by the hands
Of the naked sun
I can feel her pleasant warmth upon me
Carrying my mind away to the hidden clouds
Of cheerful and loving women