Star of Mine, Star of Mine,
My dear mother do not cry,
even they have you dressed in black (clothes),
My faded out corp
those flames cannot defeat it,
The swallow birds of fire,
even they cross seas,
the taking roots (mother lands) soil
never they forget
My precious/petite constellation eyed one,
lean (down) to kiss you,
and on those tears of holiness ,
my lips to be faded out,
My precious/petite constellation eyed one,
turn (back) to seize you,
With my unremembered wings,
my last days to be reposed.
Oh Star of Mine, my precious gem,
my dear mother (please) do not cry,
Because my life is like a sailer,
that seeks for its return,
and wind beneath my sail.
My precious/petite constellation eyed one,
turn (back) to seize you,
With my unremembered wings,
my last days to be reposed.
Oh Star of Mine, my precious gem,
Oh Star of Mine, my precious gem,
Star of Mine