The night is no time to breathe
It is no time to live
The cock crows and a giant star rises from the west
One does not notice it moves to the west

One by one they appeared from their dusty beds
One by one they wash off their sleepy faces
For the morning is no time to sleep
One does not notice his life has begun

The same star that lights her way may burn him
Under the the same star he appeared he shall be mourned
One does not notice that a whole life happens in just a day

The shine turns red, it shrinks and sinks to the east
One does not notice the end
One by one they disappear, back to where they came from
The dusty bed, the cousin of death