Текст песни Тріо Мареничів - Зоряниця

In my words, in your silence
The early star fell like a living star.
You say, speak with tender lips:
"Maybe it's love walking between us?"

Young sadness, willow cats
In your eyes, in my word.
You say, speak with tender lips:
"Maybe it's love walking between us?"

She walks and is silent - what to do with her?
Only with darkness cries the silver star.
You say, speak with tender lips:
"Maybe it's love walking between us?"