Праздничный пирожок на День космонавтики: вот раньше в космос юра ездил в упряжке на лихих слонах пугая встречные потоки летящих инопланетян ♬ [Verse 1] A grey-blue ship cuts the midnight band From Sector 43-SEU’s rust-red sand Captain M. Roshin lifts from dust and storm Escaping echoes shaped in human form The stars recoil from heat they cannot name While maps dissolve inside his visor's flame [Verse 2] Gagarin rode on thrusters, wired and warm, With vacuum tubes aglow in cold alarm. His will burned bright against the choking black, As aliens fled Earth’s shrieking metal track. Now we ignite pure photons through the shade, And chase his smile where silver comets fade [Pre-Chorus] Through silent streams, our vectors hold One thought remains: pursue the bold [Chorus] Pink Planet sends its signal through the deep Through gamma dreams it pulls what we can't keep A scarlet halo burns beyond the thread It bends all light but moves straight on ahead [Verse 3] In 2072, we breach the final seam Where human courage drowns the dying dream The Sapphire rests where pink horizons blend Still tracing paths the first AI would send No word from Earth - its silence turns to ash We merge with glow past systems' final crash [Pre-Chorus] Through silent streams, our vectors hold One thought remains: pursue the bold [Chorus] Pink Planet sends its signal through the deep Through gamma dreams it pulls what we can't keep A scarlet halo burns beyond the thread It bends all light but moves straight on ahead [Outro] Pink Planet
