Our ancestors saw the same heavenly bodies
And had felt the same peculiar sense of wonder,
Their blood is deep in our veins
As much they are connected to the stars.

Our ancestors’ memories are imprinted on the stars,
O’ If only they could speak of days long gone
When brave men walked the earth,
But much less is left of them, I often lament.

So my friends, our ancestors are in the stars
As much as they are in the earth,
All connected by the same thread of matter
That is you, me, earth, water and fire!

So my friends, if you look up in the night sky
And see the twinkling stars far and near
Know that you are not alone.