Tim Blickhan - Starry Night - текст песни (слова)

We are such little men when the stars come out,
 So small under the open maw of the night,
 That we must shout and pound the table and drive wild,
 And gather dollars and madly dance and drink deep,
 And send the great birds flying, and drop death.
 When the stars come out we are such little men
 That we must arm ourselves in glare and thunder,
 Or cave in on our own dry littleness.
 
 We are such little men when the stars come out!
 Ah, God behind the stars, touch with your finger
 This mite of meaningless dust and give it substance.
 I am so little, under the frown of the night!
 Be you my body, you my eyes, my lips,
 My hands, my feet, my heart-beat and my hunger,
 That I may face the infinite spaces, and live;
 And stand in quietness, when the stars come out.