The spaceship flies
Men and machines
Maintain daily routines
The fingertips touch the window

After long time
And the distance traveled
The difference is subtle
Sometimes imperceptible

Who are the machines?
Who are the men?
Who am I?

The spaceship flies
Would be good to use to ease
And forget the damn blank share
Would be good to touch the window

We have a problem here
It's been since
It's been a long time
We don't have contact

We have a problem here
I don't understand
For a long time
We don't have answers

I know, I will live
I will see unimaginable things
I never return
And contemplate the blue planet again

I don't know what awaits me
I was always
Making way never made
I try touch my fingertips again

I have a problem here... for a long time