Why are stars beautiful?
Were they ever not?
Were they ever lost,
In the abyss of my mouth?
Was I ever next to them;
To caress them with my gaze,
To kiss them with my hands?
Oh... beautiful you are.
Because the whiteness of your light
Holds the secret of our souls.
It holds her nose, her eyes, her lips…
And I am nothing,
Compared to her smile.
The stars are beautiful
Because we only love,
What we may never touch.
The stars are beautiful
Because we only love,
The illusion of eternal love.
And I am nothing.
I am the darkness,
In which the stars will die.