Paroles de Star Catcher

I'll gather a handful of stars Sitting in a boat-crescent Will disperse The waves-clouds With chilling wind Hit the bank shore... tree tops And descend the branches To the forest lake My crown of stars I'll wrap in a sack of moss And emerald fragrant grass Throw into the waters dark For huge black fish swallow When the water turns into ice Let the wanderer tired Catch that fish With moonlight, with silent old song Let my crown of stars be a gift for him Milky way... his throne.