Of all the stars,
In this sky i see,
The brightest one,
Is in front of me.

As years goes by,
I grow older,
But whenever you cry;
Here's my shoulder.

As years add on,
So do the candles,
so let me blow them with you;
Happy birthday my Angel.



Papa used to sing a song
Puts me to sleep not for long
Of all the beast that feast at night,
And maidens saved by handsome knights

Of castles that touch the sky,
Beasts with nasty looks and crys
Such a melodious tune
Coming from Papa's sand dune.

Then one night this song, i dread
Of tales from the papers i read
Come to live on this faithful night
I see the beast in my knight.

My castle crumbles form the sky
As i hear a nasty cry
Once sang a lovely tune,
From Papa's Sand dune.