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