I live my cry, a trembling star, My white moon floats over the black water. I sit, old man, at the eternal waters and quietly sing like this And the sun every day bites my fishing rod. And I lead him, I lead him all day in the sky, but In the evening, swallowing the star, it breaks off And soon I will lose the stars of my reserves, I'm a fisherman. Hey, take care at this time, my land will be enough Hey, take care at this time, my land will be enough. I live my cry, a trembling star, My white moon floats over the black water. I sit, old man, at the eternal waters and quietly sing like this And the sun every day bites my fishing rod. And the sun every day bites my fishing rod.
