Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena Think of all of the rivers of blood Spilled by the generals and emperors So that in glory and triumph They could [bad word] momentary masters of a dot Think of the endless men fighting And dying for a God they're not sure exists War and famine at what price? We tell ourselves what we're doing is right But we're so [bad word] wrong How frequent our misunderstandings How eager we are to kill (x2) Look back at the pale blue dot And try to convince yourself God created the universe For a mot of dust suspended in a sunbeam