Now everyone’s separately one 
Under constellation Orion. 

Wounded [bad word] 
We wander among cold planets. 
Suffer-wind have us, give us the force 
There where corpses of meteors. 

I shall be your long tragedies. 
You for me will be everything. 
We’re lovers and enemies; 
Lonely satellites. 

So it must happen. 
Now in our hands’s the weapon. 
In stage of flowers 
Sad space’s eternal hours 

Scars will never frighten us. 
Never our feelings will pass 
Never will die, never fake on 
Forever!