I've heard the call of distant stars,
Their mesmerizing voices:
"Come here, to us our little bro".
But still i was avoiding.
The sky suggests to leave the Earth
That stuffed with violent people:
"The life among them is horror, curse!"
But still i was avoiding.
"Forget this world", - adviced the moon-
"It soon will be in ruins!
But our gifts will be with you,
We are the best insurance!"
But i replaied : "My answer-no!
Don't bother me, Your Lightest.
Your gifts are trash without her,
And all my life is darkness!"