Rocket      It was a cold grey afternoon   My mission for ein bißchen sun   I raced wkth cars, the bike and the train   Only to come cold back again   I searched the roof   Through pockets,   Under beds, in the closet,   In the fridge everywhere and over all in it      Then suddenly the stars fell down   One by one, undressed the big blue room   My oneway to escape out through   The horizontal verti-calling movements in the   Matto azul       Boom, boom rocket to the moon   Oh I wish upon a star       On a cold grey afternoon   I catched a spot of the sun of the moon   I traveled light,   Traveled time,   Traveled thoughts.   I returned from the jungle   With a glas full of stars,   I’ve got sunshine in my pockets   Brought it back to spray the day   And a fist full of glow      Boom, boom , boom rocket to the moon