I can’t 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.
That’s how I hastily tied my life
To a stupid star.

I was already sure I’d 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.
Don’t count your bullets."
Yes sir, and a second star slides onto your shoulder
And collar.

These stars in the sky are like fish in the ponds;
They suffice for all and then some.
If I hadn’t met up with my death that time,
I’d 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.