The stars shines, when the pixie glows,
the siren sings as thy water flows,
my lute rise high to an arriving noon,
my film eyes shine to the silver moon.
Small boat sail on thy dark cloud row,
pixie stars flies high as thy fish swim low,
lord Ski shows love, from above would soon;
force thy shade to thy silver moon.
Self and pride, pass through darkness side
lost and fear with their limbs all tied,
who will cross and who will hide?
To hold their hearts till the stars arrives.
Giving life through the birth of grains,
the light of Ski shot as a gory train,
as the soil bloom, as the plant rise high;
the willow grows as the stars I'm arrives.
Flying down as blue lighted fireflies,
willow's birth from the seed of Ski,
my dear flower, will bloom a star real soon.
just step close to the silver moon.
Darkness blared through my children's home,
dragged them down from thy sound below,
these fingers play to the pixies tune,
danced around to the silver moon.
My youth gone by, my voice runs low,
who will guide thy sound below?
strong as stone, from the deepest gloom,
shall not match for the silver moon.
