1
So many years passed, burning cold in my chest.
Do you copy, Earth? It's me, Voyager-1, answer me, answer now,
I'm full of wandering the Milky Way,
I never found another guide.
You're now billions of versts1 and supernova noes away
Among theese old stars everything is like a second-hand,
While I need the first, ununvited guest, I'm here studying
Extraterrestial life through lenses of my tears, and it's like a revenge -
Prechorus:
A silence in your respond. I got Jupiter-size lump in my throat.
My pain is 100 square lightmillenia big.
I'm out of your orbit, drifting away in a star wind,
Over the horizon of your events, marking...
Chorus:
My trace converge like a wedge
Far behind, at a distant point,
At the best of possible planets,
But one can't find it there, it's not there anymore.
My trace converge like a wedge
Far behind, at a distant point,
At the best of possible planets,
But one can't find it there, it's not there anymore there's only it's illusive trace.
2
Covering a blackhole with my ribs,
I'll swallow all our worlds in it.
No photon can escape anymore,
Two octilion tonn cargo on my soul.
I drag it somehow, I got to.
Please, just one signal, just one impulse,
Answer me, answer now, I can't make it.
Vacuum around, I'm head over heels in it.
Do you copy, Earth? My sweet home, hear me howl now, it's Voyager...
Prechorus:
A silence in your respond. I got Jupiter-size lump in my throat.
My pain is 100 square lightmillenia big.
I'm out of your orbit, drifting away in a star wind,
Over the horizon of your events, marking...
Chorus:
My trace converge like a wedge
Far behind, at a distant point,
At the best of possible planets,
But one can't find it there, it's not there anymore.
My trace converge like a wedge
Far behind, at a distant point,
At the best of possible planets,
But one can't find it there, it's not there anymore there's only it's illusive trace.
1. versta is an obsolete Russian unit of length, equal to 1.0668 kilometres (0.6629 miles; 3,500 feet)