# voice1: The stars in the sky wait, where they always remain, While we wait for a great bear, grizzly or polar from the Arctic Circle. For a big wagon Mercedes or as they say, For Orion and the Morning Star and Bootes, the guardian lord, Who likes to push Hydra and the Southern Cross before him. # voice2: The gazer waits to see if they are still there now, For if they were no longer there today, What would be then and for all time? And when they shoot while waiting, Scales fall from the wardens at the gates of the garden, Where fools gaze. # voice1: At squeezed light, turned through the mill, Its rushing threshed like meal from the wheat, Noiseless light from the city of light, Not Paris but never closer than it has ever been, in Jena. Even though it's dark and Erfurters fight with Jenensers, Saale and Kamp resemble each other. # voice2: Light bath with Goethe, Schiller and Zeiss, Tele- and microscopes, chromosomes and chromoscopy, Skopje Macedonia Alexander the Great, world politics France, Colonoscopy Colonies, kneeling slaves, light slaves, Martens and turtles, man and dog, cynic, Stardust stellar ashes, worldbeing. # voice1: The stars shine on, a spectacle ever-grand, Twinkling gems scattered o'er the night sky's expanse. Beacons of hope, they guide us through the dark, Reminding us of mysteries beyond our mark. # voice2: In Schiller's garden, where the poet loved to dwell, The stargazers gaze, enchanted by his spell. Revealing cosmic truths at every glance. # voice1 and voice2: Though clouds may veil the stars from mortal sight, Their radiance still shines, a perpetual light. A timeless vigil, ever echoing refrain, For stars in the sky, may they always remain.