Why do you fear, little heart, on this silver night

Why do you fear, little heart, on this silver night, When dawn sings in fiery horizons, and dreams hide beneath holy longing? What worry weaves a burden, what pain brings you luck, In this world of illusions, where time flows, unreturned and faded, like an old fortune? Is it fear of love, perhaps, of dreams lost in flight, Or of forgotten words, aching at the edge of the heart, in the echo of a sad shiver? Why do you fear when rain falls, and when flowers rise at dawn, Were you not the one who lifts love, above clouds and flowers, in a dance of light and shadows, in steps of dream and longing? Don't be afraid of silence, nor of storms or sin, For you are full of strength, even when you've sighed, in silver nights, when the moon casts its light over your dreams, and you, beautiful little heart, remain strong, like a beacon in your nights. Do you fear the dream unravels, and falls like a leaf in the wind? But let your wing call forth love in every thought, in every moment of your existence, in every sigh of yours, for you are a wandering star, an eternal dream, an immortal longing, in this world of silver and yearning. So, don't be afraid, little heart, of the moment that begins today, For you will fly to the sun, without losing your charm, you'll dance on the infinite sky, you'll shine in the silver night, and you'll always be strong, an eternal dream, an immortal longing, in this world of light and shadows, in your pure and holy soul.