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As the summer comes, there is a time,

when the sun won't fall from the sky

The nightless nights, the longest days,

they'll end at the summers last rays

Lay of autumn, falls the yellowed leaves,

Arises the cold northern wind

In the northern pole the winter has awaken,

beneath the sleeping sun the polar night has risen

Below the northern star so high up in the sky,

there is a misery and the life will die

Below the northern star so high up in the sky,

I was born and now I'll ask "Oh why, oh why?"