The sun shone brightly.
Song
1. The sun has shone, ; On every man's window, ; Oh, my God, what is the reason, ; It never shines on mine. ; ; 2. Perhaps I am cursed, ; Whipped by my God. ; May I never have luck, ; Never anything good for me ; ; 3. I often sigh heavily, ; Others are full, I am hungry. ; I stretch out on a bed of straw, ; I cover myself with my sad tears.