Letra de Ütopiya / On Living

This earth will grow cold
A star among stars
And one of the smallest
A gilded mote on blue velvet--
I mean this, our great earth
This earth will grow cold one day
Not like a block of ice
Or a dead cloud even
But like an empty walnut it will roll along
In pitch-black space . .
You must grieve for this right now
For the world must be loved this much
If you're going to say "I lived". .
I stand in the advancing light
My hands hungry, the world beautiful
My eyes can't get enough of the trees--
They're so hopeful, so green
A sunny road runs through the mulberriеs
I'm at the window of the prison infirmary
I can't smell thе medicines--
Carnations must be blooming nearby
It's this way:
Being captured is beside the point
The point is not to surrender