Caprucious妳
You'll be an adult soon,
you'll be bigger and wider.
Those who are closer are close,
those who are farther are farther.
If you're happy, you're happy,
if you're sad, you're sad.
Stars are big
in the southern latitudes,
They're bright, like apples,
those that beat with sticks.
And sometimes they're dim,
like autumn stars.
And sometimes they're dim,
like autumn stars.
Or winter, like winter's dawn, they rise up,
far away,
Sometimes early,
sometimes late,
those that are lonely.
Those that together with the stars,
stars are different.
Don't be sad, Styopushka,
they're not paper flowers,
And not burnt-out windows,
not the sun's rabbits,
Stars are not the sons of planets,
scientists don't know about them,
Poets know about them,
stars don't die,
They're always shaken by the wind,
if there are no stars in the sky.
So look for them in the grass,
if the grass is withered,
they'll bloom in the sea.
Stars don't die,
stars will always return.
Spring and winter,
foggy and clear,
Blue are the stars in the sky,
all the red are the stars in the ground.
Blue are the stars in the sky,
all the red are the stars in the ground.
Soon you'll be
an adult,
bigger and wider,
Stars can be small and big too,
small and big.
Small are the sons,
and big are the daughters.