Infinite Space

Sullen night replaces day
And endless space seen through grey night
Witch has neither begining nor end.
Just little stars tell something about themselves.

And terrestrial gravitation oppresses us
Not allowing to reach high to the sky, To feel and see something more new.
We got to put up with the idea,
That we'll eternally remain for rest beneath the ground.

Each day hot sun
Oppresses our bodies and minds
Not leaving a single hope remaining for ages.
This pushes us into despair.

We'd love to believe that we'll see existence of plaets
We'll learn their and our destinies.
And maybe we'll rise as dust off the ground
And will find heavenly life there.