I will always remember this dreadful fight,
The air soaked with death all around.
Like silent raindrops from the dark sky of night
Stars falling on the ground.

I made a wish - as another star fell -
To emerge alive from this fight.
That’s how my life is bound fast as well
To a silly star and its light.

I thought that trouble had safely passed by
And I’d managed to wriggle away.
But a shooting star came down from the sky
To hit my heart that day.

They told us all: "You have to get high!
Don’t spare the ammo, men?"
And a second star fell - and not from the sky
But on your shoulders, again.1

As many stars in the sky as fish in the sea -
I here’s enough there for everyone.
If it weren’t for my death I would now be
A hero in the sun.

I’d have given my son the star to hold
To keep for the memory,
But the star in the sky is growing quite cold
With nowhere to foil, you see.