Praise be given to every cent for the probes and modules
For the glory of cosmologists, for those who study true super stars
For rovers who, as superstars
On sheets of rock and dust they leave their autographs
It is written in capital letters
'Tolerate rhetorical comments'
Like, 'Let's spend it for nobler purposes, shame on you
But let's save the planet, let's save men'
I would like to save myself too
But a man without curiosity is already a dead man
In the university universe we are out of course
It is not love that moves the world but the thirst for knowledge
Love is a consequence or an accident
We need white diving suits, hearts and button controls
To prefer aliens with Mantis features to carats and diamonds
There in the vault the rockets are already falling, heading towards the mountains of Tharsis
Contact with distant places
I, Fourth Doctor in the Tardis, invoke
Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know before the afterlife comes
Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know or I'll dry up, Wadi Rum
I want to know what's there
Beyond the glow that is there
Not to do the math in the pockets of astrophysicists
While we throw change into the fountains
Curiosity is not an instinct, it is a moral duty
It is a moral duty because ultimately everything is written
And we didn't read anything
We are stopped at the drop cap of an amanuensis firmament
Hundreds of millions of trillions of planets
And we feel like we have no equal
I'm not talking about shuttles for patrons in the shop window
But of knowledge, of science, where the question is petrol
Curiosity, Big Bang, nothing will be the same again
When everything loses meaning, it makes you feel like fluoxetine
Strange that the most hostile place to life makes me calm
But not hypocritical like those who want faith banned, then pray in secret
Jupiter, I want all the stars here for me, spaces studded with why
Give me new shots of James Webb, Tin Tin's checkered spaceship
Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know before the afterlife comes
Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know or I'll dry up, Wadi Rum
I want to know what's there
Beyond the glow that is there
I want to know what's there
Beyond the glow that is there
With the shuttle or the space station
We go at the same odds, practically
Between three hundred and eighty and four hundred km of altitude
It's about a three hour drive
If one could drive upwards
And what is striking is that you can see the cities
And how the morphology of the land changes due to man
But you can't see the man
And this is something very emotionally strong
Why think that such a limited distance is enough
For our whole life to be forgiven
In a completely different perspective
Compared to the size of the universe
It's something that really hits home
I want to know what's there
Beyond the glow that is there
I want to know what's there
Beyond the glow that is there