With nervous and white hands
You've been stealing the stars of Andromeda
You've been hiding them behind the stone on the road
Forged silver coins from them
You've been told that it is possible to buy for them
Everything you want and even his soul
They did not tell you that stars are similar to flowers,
You pick up one, and the whole sky is in sorrow
Now you walk like the favorite of fate
Smiling, wormed up by delusion
They should not waste the stars
For those who carried meteorites in a heart.