Up there the stars shine
with silver light
they look as if they would like me
I think they are not too close
The night birds there in the branches
Are black like the deepest sea
They stare at me and say nothing (=are silent)
As if they also are not OK
I stand at the lowest step (=level)
The way up is long
It makes no sense, but still I call out:
It is about time
But I do not stand here alone
The army of losers is big
We stand as cattle on the meadow
And wait for our great destiny
I stand at the lowest level
The way up is long
It makes no sense, but still I call out:
It is about time