Clear, starry night,
and the air is like jasmine;
rivers like crystal they are so clear,
and forests luscious green.
Can this still be,
or is it already too late
that for everyone everywhere
this dream is fulfilled?
[Chorus:]
This world, this world,
has given us our lives.
It is yours, it is mine,
it is beautiful to live in;
what will happen, depends on you.
Smoke from a thousand chimneys
descends on town and countryside.
Where yesterday there were children,
today the beach is covered in oil.
In the great jets,
we fly towards tomorrow.
How will this tomorrow be,
pointless or full of sunshine?
Chorus x2
And it is just a speck of dust
in the infinite,
only this star is our star,
the others are much too far away.