The stars, the stars, are like dandelions
The stars, like dandelions
Shooting stars.
The stars, the stars, are like dandelions
The stars, like dandelions
Shooting stars.

It’s cold at night so
Keep yourself warm.

I shall fly to the other end of the sky.
I don’t know what will become of me.
But I’m not afraid.
I shall fly to the other end of the sky.
Everyone shrunken so small below
Is my freedom.

Berceuse, berceuse, like dandelions
Berceuse, like dandelions
Shooting stars.
The stars, the stars, are like dandelions
The stars, like dandelions
Shooting stars.

I pass the Summer festival by.

I shall fly to the other end of the sky.
I don’t know what will become of me.
But I’m not afraid.
In the boundless sky I don’t know where I’m going
But I’d like to be alone forever.
Everyone shrunken so small below
Is my freedom.

“That girl straddled over her broom must hate being on Earth too,”
I thought late at night.
Her sky is the sky I venture into.
I have my circumstances as luggage
I turn around as I majestically depart.

I shall fly to the other end of the sky.
I don’t know what will become of me.
But I’m not afraid.
I shall fly to the other end of the sky.
Everyone shrunken so small below
Is my freedom.

Reach out your hand
In a corner of the town
And grasp the sky
Now,
Let’s depart to anywhere
I am free.
I shall fly to the other end of the sky.