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These signals from outer space are labeled only obliquely,
We are people, we are desperately catching, but the stock of hopes has dried up,
And fifty dozen hang on the pillars of broken lamps,
And the heads were covered with gray hair - this is with a higher sign!
We are doomed to be alone and not on this network,
We both killed like that and will behave ourselves
And then new worlds, then capture, their victims
Our mind is doomed on paper and fucking coins.
They shout to me: "It's not true, who are these author's words?
I will outlive my own and give the newborn a watch
I do not know who will take the soul sloppily or plowman
He will make you laugh or cry to tears
We will not be able to feel someone else's breath
People will go crazy, but not like aliens
They are watching us, behind stupid earthlings
And they will never acquaint us with their plans

Our way - the stars are light, I will write - we are not here
And quietly in zero gravity, a record of short years.
Our way - the stars are light, I will write - we are not here
And we - this universe is an unsuccessful experiment.

The earth beneath our feet, the sky with clouds, we are watched
Someone gets medals, hiding information.
Civilization is in danger - at the end of the stock,
But no one is soaring about what will happen tomorrow
More important: salary, money and status, stock quotes,
Oil prices are a furious mix
Nobody knows how many left to spin this earth
We are watched and left behind by signs,
Inki, the Aztecs knew something, but disappeared themselves
Somewhere in the desert in the west, on a secret base
It is stored, what has fallen for a long time in some state
It flies, it is not created by us
From a material that melts nothing
They know everything about us, and we wonder who they are
And why do they come here
Just a matter of time
One of the generations
Will face this problem and this is inevitable
I did not see how many in the childhood circles of light in the sky,
But I knew that space is infinite.
And in this solar system only our planet is fit for life
We're on any where.
Where the other sun shines as brightly there are civilizations and certainly not people!
Now when we know that they are in every galaxy
The question is, what do they do?
Are they the basis or just decoration?
Do they affect the life of galaxies, or do galaxies affect them?

Our way - the stars are light, I will write - we are not here
And quietly in zero gravity, a record of short years.
Our way - the stars are light, I will write - we are not here
And we - this universe is an unsuccessful experiment.

Well hello, stranger, met all the same
So often I thought about it, but I did not see you like this
These images from school, while swallowing books in scores
In the spectrum from Kira Balocheva to the Strugatsky brothers
But you are actually different, you can not be found,
We are on the cards of the star of the web,
Yes, and now the passions have subsided
And there are no riddles of those years when they looked up into the sky
With hope and yearning, much did not know
That would look at least one eye
In other worlds these are sought-after and in a moment come out of a coma
From the captivity in which the planet holds us
Collar in the shape of a coin
Find the key, but no ... no
Generations succeed each other, settling on the ground by a raid,
Steps are progressing in breadth only, upwards not on the couch,
A man is like this and it is unlikely that he will find a way out,
We look all the way to heaven with the hope of who's there?

Our way - the stars are light, I will write - we are not here
And quietly in zero gravity, a record of short years.
Our way - the stars are light, I will write - we are not here
And we - this universe is an unsuccessful experiment.

When the balloon expands under the ribs,
When fragments of air to the touch became hard,
When through the vertebrae and the heat and cold quickly rush,
I feel to the action to the universal involvement.