I see it every night,
a big, white thing in the sky.
Although I haven't been up there yet,
it doesn't seem far away.
I took the word,
that she knows how to get there, that she can call them. That there is room for two.
And I was alone with her and sober.
Which doesn't mean I didn't listen
when she told me to never forget
the stars that will shine there.
Aren't there only sand and rocks on the moon,
flags, rockets and Martians?
Suddenly we were standing somewhere in a cave,
with the sun in our heads and the wind in our palms.
She told me to take her hand,
and leave everything else aside.
Let's go to the moon!
Let everything else stay aside!