It was a cold grey afternoon My mission for ein bichen sun I raced wkth cars, the bike and the train Only to come cold back again I searched the roof Through pockets, Under beds, in the closet, In the fridge everywhere and over all in it
Then suddenly the stars fell down One by one, undressed the big blue room My oneway to escape out through The horizontal verti-calling movements in the Matto azul
Boom, boom rocket to the moon Oh I wish upon a star
On a cold grey afternoon I catched a spot of the sun of the moon I traveled light, Traveled time, Traveled thoughts. I returned from the jungle With a glas full of stars, Ive got sunshine in my pockets Brought it back to spray the day And a fist full of glow