Birds will be coming from the Sea Stars of gold through the Air And they'll kiss your beloved hand And they'll caress your hair
Paper moon, oh paper moon, Phony beach, oh phony beach Everything would be so real, If you trusted me a bit.
In the absence of your love Time goes by so very fast In the absence of your love, It's a tiny, tiny world.
Paper moon, oh paper moon, Phony beach, oh phony beach Everything would be so real, If you trusted me a bit.
Miltiadis Sarigiannidis, Surgeon, Greece
Translator’s notes:
My translation follows the original’s rhymes and syllables, so that it can be be sung in English without any further modifications.