It isn"t meant for star of mine
To feel warmth like us mere mortals
Bright lamp, full table call us homewards
While all she has is bitter wine
And bitter sorrow, and where all
For fire run to keep on burning
"Oh, pity, look, a star is falling"
We'll just hear speak one little boy
It isn"t meant for star of mine
To look for rest or to feel tired
A life that's quiet she's not able to bear
Still she doesn't care
And nights will bring to her a dream
Of home that is bypassed by sadness
To be a star in real life's madness
Is bitter smoke and bitter tea
