Why are there horses, why is there a carriage
Next to the doors of Sun's home
Those are God's horses, Fortune's carriage,
The grooms of Sun's daughter
Sun has married her daughter,
Is asking Thunder to escort her
As the dear Thunder was riding off
He has hit the golden oak tree
Sun has been lamenting for three years,
Whilst gathering the golden ranches
Sun has given presents:
Golden towel to Linden tree
Diamonds to Oak tree
And to the little Birch tree
She's hanged silver,
Sashes - to the Willows