Pimenes õu
kärgatas kõu
nii algas äike
läbistas kiir
valgenes viirg
nii saabus päike
Öösel, kui magasin,
rippusid nad
mu näo kohal.
Hommikul leidsin nad
leppade alt
ülastena õitsemas.
Kingin sulle kimbukese
taevatähti.
Ära karda,
nad ei närbu
ega varise kunagi.
Ainult vahetevahel,
kui on hästi pime,
lendavad nad
taevasse
toretsema.
Giving you a posy of stars from the sky.
At night when I was sleeping
they hung
above my face.
In the morning, I found them
under the willow trees,
blooming as buttercups.
Giving you a posy
of stars from the sky.
Don't worry,
they will never wilt
or wither away.
Just every now and then
when it's very dark
they fly off
to rejoice
in the sky.
Translated by Airi Looman