Baikonur [English translation]

I gaze on this godforsaken railyard again

Grass rises, brown, among the rails

I sit on a bench when the wind bites

Station's furnaces now birds-nests

Once ships sail for the stars

Once a great passage is made

Once plowshares are made to swords

Once dimwits are god's scribes

There is so little writing on me today

Great plans for mighty conquests

I seek no absolution, nor honor

I have forgotten how it feels to love