Sticking here, on mid of endless space, I going to begin perennial flight... But why?..
Broken wings, destroyed electronics; I’m alone, but don’t surrender yet.. I believe - the star will rise from darken planet, Just now only misery in hand.
I don't used to endure and resign for sorrows. Hate this ship, hate this place, I don't hesitate. Tired from everiday waiting for tomorrow, I'm afraid that I will be so late...
Sticking here - but not falling down, I'm alone, amid delightful night.. But so tired, I cannot stay anymore, And I spell - please, dreadnought, fly!..