faryba

I  went to the moon tonight to pick some stars 12 o'clock  midnightMy golden ladder is waiting for me in front of the balconyI stand on the ladderIt goes up by itselfUp to the moonI will ride a boat made of silkAnd I reach the silver shoreWhere the angels, with their little silver wings,plant stars in the skyWhen angels plant stars in the sky farmSometimes they lose a starSometimes the star goes out.The stars are full of light and kindnessThis place  is full of love and kindnessGolden ButterfliesAre the guardians of the starsThey occasionally throw a few stars on the groundTo make the people of the planet earth fall in loveAnd do not hurt ...