Grass at home

[Verse 1] Earth in the porthole, Earth in the porthole The earth is visible in the porthole How a son is sad about his mother, how a son is sad about his mother We are sad about the Earth, it is alone And the stars, nevertheless, and the stars, nevertheless A little closer, but still cold And as in the hours of the eclipse, and as in the hours of the eclipse We wait for the light and see earthly [chorus] And it's not the roar of the spaceport that we're dreaming about. Not this icy blue And we dream of grass, grass at home Green, green grass [Verse 2] And we are flying in orbits, not beaten paths. The expanse is stitched with meteorites Risk and courage are justified, cosmic music It drifts into our business conversation In some kind of opaque haze, the Earth is in the porthole Evening and early dawn And the son is sad about his mother, and the son is sad about his mother. The mother is waiting for the son, and the Earth is waiting for the sons [chorus] And it's not the roar of the spaceport that we're dreaming about. Not this icy blue And we dream of grass, grass at home Green, green grass And it's not the roar of the spaceport that we're dreaming about. Not this icy blue And we dream of grass, grass at home Green, green grass And it's not the roar of the spaceport that we're dreaming about. Not this icy blue And we dream of grass, grass at home Green, green grass And it's not the roar of the spaceport that we're dreaming about. Not this icy blue And we dream of grass, grass at home Green, green grass