Senespero kaj malplena

Forty heavens above us, Forty moons, forty comets falling down. All that with the fast years It goes into the past, There is no such thing in space... Forty ways-roads lie with us, Solutions are at our feet! Forty days-nights, we have to circumnavigate all the lands And to exhaust everything that we consider hopelessness, emptiness ... But only where is the meaning of this and the essence? We don't know at all. And the sky will try to fall heavily to the Ground - Atlas will not withstand the blackening clouds. "And now let Death torment you with heaven! After all, you are controlled only by money, fame, power, And no one teaches you real Life! You, brothers and sisters, yourself, Your planet was not respected, Poking around in it, looking for something there... fighting with each other, They burned her with lights... hurry up! Hurry up! Keep the sky from falling, To have a day's rest - To love just the Earth-Midgard * is not enough, We need to compare it with ourselves. Yes, you don't believe it - it's alive! She gave us the Light of Life, And there is no end to it, no edge ..."- A voice from the sky told us this most beautiful testament. And he disappeared into the void, and we are standing — we are nowhere. --------------------------- *Midgard is the name of the planet in the proto-language.[1]