My love shall sprout in the day of drought
From earth's shield of steel
It shall blossom
When earth is stripped of forest gardens.

My star shall stand in your sky
When the morning clock strikes six
Its twinkle shall sparkle
When the moon flees the sky.

The fire in my eyes shall grow stronger
When fierce winds surround us
Its warmth shall shield us
From the cold that bites the bones

And you shall be my trophy:
My very own crown of stars.