The light of the road strewn with ice
brings a marble silence.
There in the white the meaning is taken away
and dressed in solitude.
Yards of wind and of cloudy dust,
quiet is woo-ee,
lives there in its power and fear
the star little prince.
He feels nothing in his eyes,
sees sunsets and flowers,
lives alone in his fairy tale
and bathes the morning dew.
Yards of wind and of cloudy dust,
it's quiet,
lives there in its power and fear
the star little prince.
He knows that all beautiful things
are invisible to the eye,
who do not feel,
that wind in the rain
the colors will fade.
Yards of wind and of cloudy dust,
it's quiet,
lives there in its power and fear
the star little prince.
Yards of wind and of cloudy dust,
Quiet,
lives there in its power and fear
the star little prince.
The star little prince. Little Prince.