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Who made you up, the Starry country?
I've been dreaming of it long since, I am dreaming of it.
I will leave, I will leave -
straight behind the pier the wave is beating.
In the windy evening birds will stop crying.
I will see the star light from eyelashes.
Softly towards me, softly towards me
will appear trusting Little Prince.
The chief thing is not to scare away the fairy tale,
to open the windows to the boundless world.
My sailer is running, my sailer is running
as if it set off into fabulous way.
Where are you, where are you, the islands of Joy?
Where is a shore of the light and the good?
Where with hopes, where with hopes
The gentlest words go along with.
Old friends have been left somewhere,
life is a sailing into far-off lands.
Parting songs, distant harbors,
Each one has a fairy tale in his life.
Who made you up, the Starry country?
I've been dreaming of it long since, I am dreaming of it.
I will leave, I will leave -
just behind the pier the wave is beating.
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