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DREAMING ISN'T HARMFUL
We are born to make a fairy tale come true,
To become a star, once just dust,
To discover galaxies, planets,
To know the universe's holes and ditches,
To know and understand the essence of red shift,
The history of relic radiation,
The possibility of the origin of our life
In the water of a planet that has become our mother.
We are, in essence, descendants of some dust,
That was once charged with lightning.
Molecules of simple compounds,
Reactions from their mutual friction
Over hundreds of millions of years
Created the skeleton of life.
Admit it, everything started in a clumsy way.
We are not a child, but a small prank.
Life on the planet was miraculously born.
I can admit someone's grace from above.
It was just a mistake of nature,
Perhaps it wouldn't have made a difference,
But a person, born from dirt,
With all his being, began to strive for power.
Not receiving a worthy rebuff,
He squeezed the whole world with a steel hand of terror.
There are six billion people on the planet
And our number is growing exponentially.
Like a virus, we are infecting the planet,
But there is no other way out for us.
Let huge factories belch smoke,
We are still nothing without our mother nature.
Nature allows us to grow,
But only to a billion, then to ten billion.
As soon as we reach the top,
Life will run into its own problems.
Children knew about this in our time,
But this is a moment that no one expected.
We are delving into history with passion,
We live now, we dream about the future.
Dreaming is not harmful, it is harmful not to dream,
But you need to think, not just hope.
We are born to make a fairy tale come true,
To become a star, once just dust,
To discover galaxies, planets,
To know the universe's holes and ditches,
To know and understand the essence of red shift,
The history of relic radiation,
The possibility of the origin of our life
In the water of a planet that has become our mother.
We are, in essence, descendants of some dust,
That was once charged with lightning.
Molecules of simple compounds,
Reactions from their mutual friction
Over hundreds of millions of years
Created the skeleton of life.
Admit it, everything started in a clumsy way.
We are not a child, but a small prank.
Life on the planet was miraculously born.
I can admit someone's grace from above.
It was just a mistake of nature,
Perhaps it wouldn't have made a difference,
But a person, born from dirt,
With all his being, began to strive for power.
Not receiving a worthy rebuff,
He squeezed the whole world with a steel hand of terror.
There are six billion people on the planet
And our number is growing exponentially.
Like a virus, we are infecting the planet,
But there is no other way out for us.
Let huge factories belch smoke,
We are still nothing without our mother nature.
Nature allows us to grow,
But only to a billion, then to ten billion.
As soon as we reach the top,
Life will run into its own problems.
Children knew about this in our time,
But this is a moment that no one expected.
We are delving into history with passion,
We live now, we dream about the future.
Dreaming is not harmful, it is harmful not to dream,
But you need to think, not just hope.