In the whispers of my forgotten land
Where my dignity is hidden so far
Under the snows of north mountains
I have lost my shooting star
To make a wish for our future
And forget the footprints of our past
Under those mountains history has slept
For many years since its life has last
In the streets of my land the trees stand straight
On their skin memories have left as scar
But they stand still with no hesitation
Waiting for their shooting star
The oldest things left in my town
Are only tree and only trees
History has ran from their eyes
In their leaves like little pears
In this ocean waves slap hard
Harder than the radiations of the sun
Or harsher than the hits of the wind
And I believe my shooting star is no more mine