I am counting stars
One by one.
Perhaps, they are thousands.
I have not counted one of them.
They bring happiness and serenity.
If there are some new,
Only stars know better
Which hide their love.
They become salt when
People will make love.
These are stars
With their words of love
Which they say to you with the heart.
At night they recount,
They show themselves.
A black fragrance
Is covering me.
Two lonely fellows
Sitting at the harbour
Are exchanging with love
In a postcard.
These are stars
Which, you know, love together.
Let's take each other's hands
Because love comes and then leaves.
These are stars,
They know what you want
And what would like to
But...you can not.