Avast a sapphire ocean,
Ahoy the golden mast,
For we a sailing a ship,
A ship of golden brass,
THE SUN,
but with all it's glory,
it must look down upon the sad sad story...

When you see they stars at night,
do you know how they feel?
or the clouds at daybreak,
them?
They are not as free as we think,
for the blue tent,
the sky;
is a prison,
Oh yes,
When the window of heaven is closed,
the clouds,
the dreams of the stars must come down,
trapped with the fear they may never ascend again!

The powerful eye of the moon,
kept outside the tent,
takes pity on the clouds and says to the sky,
"How hot it must be in there,
How sweaty,
How stuffy,
Open the window of heaven just a little,
to let I the moon show."
The sky agrees,
opening heavens window just a tad...
The clouds, the dreams of the stars,
force through the window.
They break into a vast space,
where they and stars rejoice in companionship again.

Now come my hearty crew,
Sale on for now,
night as really fallen
and we must leave the stars,
in peace,
with the clouds.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.12.2010

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