Way out in the fields, where the sun was just setting The boy did not hear them yell, "Supper is ready!" He wandered out further, the pig sticking to him His story continued, as if passing through him We flew into the stratosphere And landed on the moon at last It wasn't like the photographs It wasn't quite a wild frontier We lay inside a crater bed With rockets blasting overhead The planets sang a lullaby As all the stars began to cry "Ooooooooooooh! Our star is home at last, notre fils tombé! Our sorrows have now passed, notre fils tombé!" But my star had seen how blue a blue can be He said, "I really need my space, ma petite famille!" They said, "Wait for the sun to set! Don't try to be so brave! You've to stop and rest under celestial shade! You're made of rock and ice You'll simply melt away This moon is paradise - forget the light and stay Forget the light and stay Forget the light and stay Forget the light and stay"