Come on, my love,
follow my steps. We'll climb the side
of the mountain.
Come on, my love,
follow my steps. We'll stop there.
You'll be my bride.
Then, the baby stars
and the other stars from the North
will pass by,
and we'll see the thunderbird
navigating;
storm and wind.
Come on, my love,
the sunset of the autumn leafs will come.
I'll talk to you.
Come on, my love,
look at the Moon wandering in the night
above us.
The owl will shout
that the world must go to sleep, now.
And everything around us
will sink into the dream,
and the baby stars
will set.