I will live to tell what the hell I'm doing here.
I've never imagined that the world would be like this.
I'm aware that in here there is no one with morals.
I will lift off, I will leave to any other place.
And be able to fly without the fear of falling down.
There won't be gravity to attract my feet.
Finally watching the Earth, as a precise blue point.
Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.
Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.
In the control tower they can't stop screaming.
No one saw the stowaway inside the spaceship
And now they're trying to stop the TV to show the world its shyness, the situation.
One more minute and I will cross
that blue space I always dreamed of.
And in the dark I will cry when I feel I'm free.
Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.
Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.
I'm rising, I'm rising, I'm rising towards the sun.
Satellite without God, without powerful races.
The lunar orbit seems to be a good place,
I won't come back.
(Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.)
Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.
Flight 547, the rocket is going to start the countdown,
the countdown.
I'm rising, I'm rising, I'm rising towards the sun.
I'm rising, I'm rising, I'm rising towards the sun.