There twinkle the stars,
at the dawn of the night,
shining from the heavenly dark sky
their shining but pale light
The blue fields stretched to no extent;
really far from sight.
And deep in the fields
fireflies shine their daily light
while crickets beat their legs;
just to show off their might,
while the toads and frogs croak
at the plight of this fight.
Now if you said this isn’t beauty,
that would be wrong.
Well if you deny, there’s more to it
this is more than just a song.
The moon descends its night light
on the meadows set deep below,
but the shady trees creep on it
and pass it through their net of leaves;
to further descend it on the land,
thus forming the catch of beauty.
Sounds more like a dream
but this is the real beauty of the night
and of course, it happens only
out in the countryside.
Now you’ve got to call this beauty;
the real beauty of the night
and of curse, it happens only
out there: in the countryside.