In the morning you turn 

The stars in your palm 

Your throw them 

On the velvet sky like a gambler 

You smooth them with your palm 

Maybe you're trying to read them 

You smooth them with your palm 

To read them like blindman 



But the stars stick in your palm 

And you wake up again 

You let dream stray 

Among them, among dice 

On whose upper side 

Your Lesser Bear will shine 



Maybe dance in a circle 

And be surrounded by dots 

To fumble step by step in a circle 

And be surrounded by dots 



A little is enough for you to read 

Between stars like in a dark