The beauty in everything is integrating with me,

or is it me integrating with everything?

Her white dress is dissolving into the vanilla colored sky,

fly love, please fly.

Our souls knows the path we are aheading,

is if our feets think and our mind walks.

We are souring in the field of the universe 

through the magnificent planet Earth spaceship.

The little star shines like a dot,

like a crack in the fabric of the universal darkness,

it shines so vividly till it reaches to our soul and lights the candle inside our heart.

Are you a star?

אני כתבתי את השיר אבל השיר לא שלי. זה כל מה שאני יכול לאמר. זה יצא ממני, אבל זה לא שלי.