I canít forget that battle, no way,
The air pregnant with death.
And stars were falling from the heavenly slopes,
A noiseless rain.
Hey, one fell again, and I made my wish:
To get out alive.
Thatís how I hastily tied my life
To a stupid star.
I was already sure Iíd avoided bad luck,
Had managed to slip by.
But a stray star was thrown from the sky
Straight to the heart.
They told us, "We need that height.
Donít count your bullets."
Yes sir, and a second star slides onto your shoulder
These stars in the sky are like fish in the ponds;
They suffice for all and then some.
If I hadnít met up with my death that time,
Iíd be a hero.
I would give that star to my son,
A simple memento.
In the sky, a star is missing in action,
Nowhere to fall.