Son of the Sun
Kraan
The sun's in the west
And I'm on the road
And I drive to reach my mother
My mother is slap
My mother is rich
But the son of the sun
Came later
I'm the son
Of the sun
But I meet alive the shines in the west
And I drive my car to reach her
So I follow the heat and I try to get home
For twenty-four hours a day
I'm the son
Of the sun
On road with our traffic
But my car's name is here
'Cause I feel pecks my coming
When I drive I will show
While I return to the east
And she'll tell me "good morning"