Golden rays fall on the faces,
All the flowers bloom in their vases
Every child wakes up bright,
And forgets about the dull night
As a new lucky day starts,
Men go to work in bumping carts
Children's work is to go to school,
In the morning which is to cool
Mother cooks food for the family,
Very actively not lazily
As the sun moves above us,
Children return in their bus
Cowboys return from the fields,
Taking the cow's lead
In the night we eat food,
For health which is very good
At last we go to sleep,
Waiting for the sun's bright light
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