[Verse 1]
Under the veiled sky of a sigh,
I walk at the edge of memories,
The stars, my faithful companions,
Sing within me their ritornellos.
I stretch out my fingers towards the invisible,
And in impalpable threads of gold,
I read the wefts, I read the souls,
And I embroider a little calm.
[Refrain]
I am the spinner of the stars,
In the sacred thread that Nymeïa unveils.
Every light, a healing,
Every whisper, a prayer.
I weave the night with tenderness,
Dreams sewn with delicacy.
[Verse 2]
My breath dances with the ether,
I sew hope into the universe,
A silver thread on a wound,
And sorrow becomes secret.
The constellations speak low to me,
The language of the heavens, the rhythm of footsteps,
I am the echo of their messages,
Muse of the skies, priestess of the ages.
[Refrain]
I am the spinner of the stars,
With fingers bathed in boreal aura.
I knit spells in the shadows,
For those encumbered by pain.
Guided by the goddess of thread,
I heal, I soothe, I parade.
[Bridge - whispered with emotion]
All is link, all is flow...
Every star a beat,
Every heart a firmament...
And I, in this suspended sea,
I trace a path of infinity.
[Final chorus - emotional crescendo]
I am the spinner of stars,
A soft note in the gust.
A prayer in velvet,
A burst of love without detour.
By Nymeïa's grace,
I heal those whom the night drowned.
[Outro - whispered, pianissimo]
Under the skies, I still weave...
A dream, a breath, a golden beat.