My hobbies are to marvel at the sun when she rises from the eastern horizons
And there is no happiness that surpasses the happiness of taking a walk in the woods
With the sun directly on my head

My smiles begin to fade away when a bonfire registers itself on the delicate umbrella of twilight
Cause I know that the sun will take a long time hibernating in its western hole

I cry when seeing the sorry sight of the sun eating it's supper of leaves up in the western sky

But my hobbies will remain my hobbies.
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