A shooting star/light rocket breaks in the middle of the night
and my heart breaks, I saw you in the light
the pieces (of the rocket) became a new earth
and within the change, I see [things] with other eyes
All the things are the same if you don't love them
all the things stay the same if you don't like them
and all what is there, will happen again
in your own inner gaze
in your own inner gaze
A photo, two little pieces
I haven't seen your for a ridiculously long time
I take it (the photo) and glue it together, I look at you again
I think you show more beautiful the more I go look at you
All the things are the same...
In my heart, a small fire burns
and from the gaze, a light flows
like a shooting star which breaks down in the middle of the night
and let's turn back the page
All the things are the same...