(Verse 1)
In the hush of a sleepless dawn,
a little red sun wakes alone,
burning under weary hills,
begging for a breath of cool relief.
It carries a shy, stubborn fire,
a secret no one wants to see,
a blush that isn’t born of love,
but of an ache that stings without a plea.
(Pre-Chorus)
And it trembles, without tears,
only a heat it never chose to bear…
(Chorus)
Oh little red sun,
why do you shine with so much pain?
It’s not desire, it’s not romance,
just a tiny fungus coloring your flame.
And here I am, a wandering poet,
trying to soothe what I can’t explain…
But when they hear your tragic story,
they’ll probably laugh in the end, again.
(Verse 2)
I’ve tried soft winds and gentle balms,
treating your skin with tender care,
but you — such a sensitive traveler —
get angry even at the cure’s touch there.
You walk through life as if dancing
in fields filled with hidden thorns,
your noble pride shrinking quietly,
a hero defeated by troubles so small and worn.
(Pre-Chorus)
And you sigh, without a voice,
asking for a song to forget your despair…
(Chorus)
Oh little red sun,
why do you shine with so much pain?
It’s not desire, it’s not romance,
just a tiny fungus coloring your flame.
And here I stand, your tired guardian,
trying hard to keep you sane…
But once they hear your burning tale,
they’ll laugh at the end — I can’t complain.
(Bridge)
Maybe one day, when the breeze returns,
and the redness finally fades away,
you will be a quiet star again,
free from such small, stubborn pains.
(Final Chorus)
Oh little red sun,
your drama soon will pass.
And the world — when it learns the truth —
will laugh without meaning to, alas.
For your melancholic epic
is just a rash waiting to heal at last…
But still, my brave and tiny friend,
I’ll stay with you until the storm is past.
andrewlouis
