The night sky is painted, With stars like fine dust, A tapestry woven, In darkness we trust.
The moon casts her glow, On a world hushed to sleep, In the stillness of night, Our dreams we will keep.
- Liselotte Aasmäe
The night sky is painted, With stars like fine dust, A tapestry woven, In darkness we trust.
The moon casts her glow, On a world hushed to sleep, In the stillness of night, Our dreams we will keep.