I wish I could find a queer street,
The crooked queer street that goes
East of the sun and West of the moon
And out where no wind blows.
Then I'd find the shop where the seller of stars
Sits and hammers behind the bars.
Stars he gives for the asking,
Starlight swords for the bold.
Moon he sells for a penny or two
Rounded and bright with gold.
And broken silver of the sea he sells
And the rain spears and the wind bells.
wings - asas
wanders - vagueia
swords - espadas
street - rua
weaves - tece
stars - estrelas
starlight - luz das estrelas
spears - lanças
shells - cartuchos
seller - vendedor
sells - vende
rounded - arredondado