It was the same year that I fell in love and, it literally was that same time that I began to grow up from this state of familiarity which they had created with me. International Good will be the step. We know its difference from newspaper And from our extent. You invite We invite Until there is nothing left Vacant eyes, then, to anything else My mind, its task, is during the night Without paying attention You reappear on my horizon line And I am astonished Your star, the pale indigo Fades again and again during the day Until there is nothing left Your star, the pale indigo Fades again and again during the day Until there is nothing left From this little game, I do not get tired And I do not hear the voices of the bad winds People of the shell, they wake up one morning They will not alter the bright image that I keep of you Your star, the pale indigo Fades again and again during the day Until there is nothing left During the day until there is nothing left During the day until there is nothing left Nothing left Nothing left Nothing left Nothing left