A song about the stars Every man is a world unto himself, strange, bright and beautiful like a star in the sky…

Everyone is quietly maturing, slowly and over the years, but wherever you go, all the way it needs to be restarted.

That's how people live. Everyone navigates to the funeral for themselves. Light only it unites us like stars in the sky.

But sometimes they are far away, that hand in hand does not reach, but sometimes they're too close, that with nails you can heart who reaches…

From that supposedly a man dies of which from heaven the star fell.

(Tone Pavcek)