Posters are shouting at us
Way too shrilly and way too much
Someone survives them and then it's quiet again
Torpedos are whistling in the air all around us
The world is full to the edge
Something light, something harsh
Is almost touching my hand
Is almost touching my hand
The stars are falling down on us
And no matter what happens
We will be dancing on their beams
While everything is blowing up
In this big whole chaos
Just a look, a short blow
A fleeting touch
That it perhaps didn't even give, that it perhaps didn't even give
The stars are falling down on us
And no matter what happens
We will be dancing on their beams
While everything is blowing up
The stars are falling down on us
And the sky is growng so bright
We are on the very first morning
Of the very first day
In every subway, in every garden
Men are sitting and waiting
Reading a newspaper or maps
And they don't find the way that isn't written down
Because none of them is moving
If someone sees us well
The stars are falling down on us
And no matter what happens
We will be dancing on their beams
While everything is blowing up
The stars are falling down on us
And the sky is growng so bright
We are on the very first morning
Of the very first day