Stars have spread like the points of the light in the height, Grace is sweeter than coins, Grace is prettier than flight. Say, celestials are paler than bright eyes, it is true, And she'll make me a favour with her smile anew. I won't hide blind feeling And she knows what I mean, I'm in love with her really, I have reason to sing. With a hope I am drawing solid bridge between us And sometimes I'm not going to be fond of the stars.