The Sunday‘s away,
And the sky dropped heavy rain
And the clouds weren’t grey.
The black night has gone.
Even the stars wanna go home.
Back to their natal round.
Am I star shining to the end?
Am I satisfied with this unclear way?
Am I proud to be a small lamp man?
And my day‘s gone tonight.
And my day‘s gone tonight.
They would like to know.
To where? Where would they go?
To the light or on black boat.
They have just come home.
And they’ve found there homely horde.
In the heart of lonely orb.
Am I star shining to the end?
Am I satisfied with this unclear way?
Am I proud to be a small lamp man?
And my day‘s gone tonight.
And my day‘s gone tonight.
And my day‘s gone tonight.
And my day‘s gone tonight.
And my day‘s gone tonight.
Now my day has finally come-today.
