It was a day, that was a night;
when the sky held its breath,
and the sun was arrested,
behind the dark dull grey curtains.
Everything came to a stand still,
but the glory was not all lost.
The sun had not yet died,
there peeked a golden gleam of hope.
In the end, the sun overcame the dark.
In the end, there was triumph.
In the end, everything was back to normal.
In the end, the sun smiled.
In the end, the day went on.
In the end, its song still continued.