The Little Moonbeam

If a girl with the eyes of an angel1
On a whim asks you
How the stars over the sea were born
Tell her to imagine
This pleasant story

A little moonbeam
Head-over-heels in love with a star
On three planks of fortune
Every night wove sails
And on this ship
Sailed off to see his beloved

The little moonbeam
Offered to her beautiful mirages
And his joys insistently
In order to invite her to be his companion—
But, despite all of his zealousness
The beloved replied to him:

"Tin-tin-tin, sweet moonbeam
Tin-tin-tin, even if you were a full moon
I would never love you!"

The little moonbeam
Carried off by a cloud—
While crying over his misfortune—
Shipwrecked in the ocean
And, gazing at the cruel beloved
He drowned himself for her

"Damn, damn, damn," mused the star
"Damn, damn, damn, I do not have a lover
Who deserves that—that was so radical!"

The little moonbeam—
Seeing her flickering over the waves—
He offered her with no hard feelings
All of his heart in exchange for a ring—
And so she, to please him
Threw herself into the sea

And so she, to please him
Threw herself into the sea
And so she, to please him
Threw herself into the sea