Någon som känner till sången? ;)

Each time the sun gets up from the sea with a new day Is it several to frustration and others to pleasure One does not know where you came from And not where you will go One does kick themselves in the bump And up and run again It is thoughts that will be shared It is events that will be taken It is the kids noses that has to be blown It is bells that will be drawn Hours run as waters from an old rusty strainer And one aims towards the stars But can't get one near you And so grows the light once more in east And at the beach the sea whip's to white foam And one stands there and contemplates That the time it is meager When each time one from the calendar tears away a patch Some pines grow high while others lie lowly Some people run distortedly while others run straightly It is the spirit that is helpless it is the body that is weak It is the weather that becomes better If you consciousness yourself a while Each time the sun gets up.......

;)