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