[female]
A flight to Proxima Centauri —
The road is distant, far and deep!
The icy light of alien constellations
Passes straight through centuries asleep.
[male]
The launch has torn us from the earthly sphere
To seek a new rune’s sacred sign.
There is no path to take us back now,
No shores, no beacon left to shine.
[female]
We search for signs in the black chasm,
Catching a distant dream in flight.
And time here has no real existence,
Moments fly into the void of night.
[male]
The indicators dimly flicker,
In the bays, the silence grows and spreads.
We have become the prisoners of a parsec,
Our voice into the nothing threads.
[duet]
The pulsation of the far-off stars gives
The only answer we can glean:
We are but sparks in boundless cosmos,
Rushing toward a new, strange sheen.
[Bridge]
Casting aside all our misgiving,
We stepped upon this path so vast.
There is no one’s malicious scheming here,
Here only our own essence lasts.
[Verse 3]
We’ll overstep the passing centuries
In pseudo-life, in cryo-sleep.
The Earth — a planet long forgotten,
A phantom in an old dream, deep.
[duet]
No loving faces there will meet us,
Forgotten we will be for aye.
The only thing that holds some meaning
Is what becomes of our fate through the sky.
