What a beautiful thing on a sunny day
A calm air after a storm
For the fresh air it seems already a party
What a beautiful thing on a sunny day
But there is no more beautiful sun, or ne'
My sun is in front of you
My sun o my sun
It is in front of you it is in front of you
Light the slates of your window
A laundrywoman sings and boasts
And pe'tramente twists, spans and sings
Light the slates of your window
But there is no more beautiful sun, or in'
My sun is in front of you
My sun o my sun
It is in front of you it is in front of you
When it's night and the sun goes down
I feel quase'na melancholy
Under your window would remain
When it's night and the sun goes down
But n 'atu sun more' beautiful, or ne'
My sun is in front of you
My sun o my sun
It's in front of you it's in front