Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… In this place hundreds of millions of light years from the sun, We, who cannot halt our cell division, Cry as we sing a song of star-travel.
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Our song of star-travel rings out with no end, And along with innumerable sadness, all goes to night.
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… The backs of his laughing eyes are dirty. That morning, when the letter arrived, Will surely be forgotten by all of us…
We, who can’t live without killing, Are suffering through life, but, The joy of living, That uncertain, but warm thing, Continues to mislead us, and here we are living in the present.
We, who can’t live without killing, Are suffering through life, but, The joy of living, That uncertain, but warm thing, Continues to mislead us, and here we are living in the present.
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… We, who cannot halt our cell division, Cry as we sing a song of star-travel.
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… We, who can’t live without killing, Cry as we sing a song of star-travel.
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… In this place hundreds of millions of light years from the sun, We, who cannot halt our cell division, Cry as we sing a song of star-travel.
Head for the sun. Head for the sun. Head for the sun. Surely I can see you again.
We, who can’t live without killing, Are suffering through life, but, The joy of living, That uncertain, but warm thing, Continues to mislead us, and here we are living in the present.
For we, who cannot halt our cell division, The time to choose has come… right now!
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… We, who cannot halt our cell division, Cry as we sing a song of star-travel.
Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Sirius, Vega, Altair, Tycho’s star… Our song of star-travel rings out with no end, And along with innumerable sadness, all goes to night.