Nothing keeps him on the ground
So he stays in the orbit
The noise for nothing fades
He doesn't see borders
He can't see skin colors
From up there
It doesn't matter
As he looks down
Onto the earth
He starts to think
'Aren't we alive
To love, to be?'
Heavily inspired by the German song "Astronaut" by Sido and Andreas Bourani ↓
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