The night falls softly on the lands
And to sleep I lose all my friends
I come out to sit under the sky
To watch the little stars slowly fly
In lines and in groups they go
To the horizon and slip down low
One by one they go in the night
Not to show up again with light
Their traces are gone in the morn
As sky glows in the light of the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem