Great trunks get overgrown with branches
Branches not to stay forever, (they) become twigs
Twigs get cut, and we take off like rockets
To the shining space inside (within)
So, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) solitary spaces
Of their (own) unprecedented depths
New trees pierce the summer
New nests the birds build on them
New alchemy, new nature
The new land of ours
Thus, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) boundless spaces
Of their (own) varicoloured depths
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
A habitual malady of not coming back
A panic craving for recovering from here
Furious angels with hungry eyes
Storming their (own) skies
Therefore, glory to the Psychonauts
Glory to the Pioneers!
Hurrah to the Trailblazers
Of their (own) stray spaces
Of their (own) reckless depths
Of their (own) multi-starred spaces
Of their (own) varicoloured depths
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth
This is our chemical home
For the melancholic dwellers of Earth