The morning

The dawn, wearing a white dress,

it's already allowing the sun to cross the threshold;

It's already caressing with her pink fingers

the crowd of flowers!

The Creation all around seems moved by

an arcane shiver;

And you are not getting up, and

I'm singing painfully in vain.

Put you white gown on

and let your cantor cross the threshold!

Light lacks where you are missing,

Love is born where you are.

Light lacks where you are missing,

Love is born where you are.

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