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Early riser, first to fall.

On the deep, night edge of dawn.

 

Latchkey in your pocket, restless hands.

On the wheel; golden wingspan.

 

Scratching out a plodding fate.

On the street, horizon in reach.

 

Try some swagger on for size.

Roam the ruins through tall-tale signs.

 

El sol, el sol, el sol. [The sun, the sun, the sun.]

Viene cantando su canción. [It comes singing its song.]

 

Bailaremos hoy el ritmo de su son. [Today we dance the rhythm of its sound.]

 

El sol, el sol, el sol….