A distant idea in the middle of the night
Came to me the other day
Rewatching the past
I wrote my lament in this melody
I remembered the ballads in moonlit nights
That my mother sang
And the house full of voice and happiness
Is empty today
And the longing,
Evil and kind
That wound and cause me to sing
Of return to the past
I feel your kiss
The song and the moonlight
In that house I was a girl
My giant world - a piece of earth
In that small ranch that was our nest
Where lived I, my mother, my brothers
Counting stars.
I dreamed of holding them
In the palm of my hand
Counting stars
I dreamed of holding them
In the palm of my hand
Counting stars, oh the longing piece of earth