melody gardot ainda hoje tem problemas de mobilidade, fruto do acidente que sofreu, em que partiu os ossos da bacia - mas que foi o impulsionador da sua carreira: semanas deitada numa cama, sem nada que fazer, pegou numa guitarra e começou a escrever canções como esta. eu cá fazia colares com as constelações (se as estrelas fossem minhas).

If the stars were mine I'd give them all to you

I'd pluck them down right from the sky and leave it only blue

I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face

so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days

If the stars were mine I'd tell you what I'd do

I'd put the stars right in a jar and give 'em all to you

If the birds were mine I'd tell them when to sing

I'd make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring

I would put them there inside the square, whenever you went out

so there'd always be sweet music whenever you would walk about

If the birds were mine I'd tell you what I'd do

I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you

If the world was mine I'd paint it gold and green

I'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme

I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue

So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with you

If the world was mine I'd tell you what I'd do

I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you

I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make 'em sing for you

I'd put those stars right in a jar and... give them all... to you...