Through broken clouds I can see stars
I can feel their light is touching my face
I am not scared of the warning by Red Mars
I am ready to walk on the Star Track through space
I will catch with my hand the falling down star
And will make a wish – you know which one.
May be it will heal on my heart the old scar,
May be I will feel the new pain is gone.
I will see the Earth through holes in the sky
With some places dark, with some places bright
And who knows, may be I will find out why
I am here and what is wrong and what is right.
Then by the morning light I will be back
To tell you stories about my walk on the Star Track.