To the star

We're flying through space on a ship, We'll fly for three centuries to that star, Though part of us is in anabetic sleep, Others will live for generations alone, Cosmic dust seems to be everywhere, We have a protective shield, and it can't break through anywhere! On the planet we're flying to, There is life, but we don't know what kind, When we get there, we'll conquer it, We hope to learn a lot. After all, no one has ever managed, To reach other stars, but not much remains. All systems were working reliably, And suddenly a black hole appears on our way, It disrupts our trajectory, and we're powerless, To return us to that path, but the protective sphere, Will save us, turning on full power, We were able to return our trajectory, Return our trajectory! On the planet we're flying to, There is life, but we don't know what kind. When we get there, we'll conquer it. We hope we'll learn a lot. After all, no one has ever managed to reach other stars, but there aren't many left.