(Year 2005.
A small but powerful s***eship called "Nefertiti One",
only containing the corpse of a beautiful 33 year-old woman,
has been launched to s***e,
for the purpose of making possible extraterrestrial intelligent forms of life
admire human beauty at its best.
The body has been teatred with CS4BETA2, a revolutionary mummifying process
created by the Canada-based firm Innovative Icon Laboratoires.
Nefertiti One should be in a position to travel by s***e
one thousand years approximately,
before becoming a wreckage lost into eternity)
Blue suns, crystal and soundless.
Right the third year after departing.
Meanwhile, down on the mother,
another ape is feeling sad.
Lasting fine scent as a human
impossible history made by French or Italian liars,
tattoed lipstick and grey eyes
thrusted in your sculptural mournful sleep.
On earth, October's last blossoms
are smelling intense filled with life
one minute before getting shadows.
While like an enemy you're going
towards the final empty exile
to glorify a far off decline.
Your arms today look slighly tanned
as maybe stars have touched your skin,
going beyond the proof blue crystal.
A new world is coming up to your ship
tomorrow's dawn will see the shape
of a star sanctuary's dream valley.
A small but powerful s***eship called "Nefertiti One",
only containing the corpse of a beautiful 33 year-old woman,
has been launched to s***e,
for the purpose of making possible extraterrestrial intelligent forms of life
admire human beauty at its best.
The body has been teatred with CS4BETA2, a revolutionary mummifying process
created by the Canada-based firm Innovative Icon Laboratoires.
Nefertiti One should be in a position to travel by s***e
one thousand years approximately,
before becoming a wreckage lost into eternity)
Blue suns, crystal and soundless.
Right the third year after departing.
Meanwhile, down on the mother,
another ape is feeling sad.
Lasting fine scent as a human
impossible history made by French or Italian liars,
tattoed lipstick and grey eyes
thrusted in your sculptural mournful sleep.
On earth, October's last blossoms
are smelling intense filled with life
one minute before getting shadows.
While like an enemy you're going
towards the final empty exile
to glorify a far off decline.
Your arms today look slighly tanned
as maybe stars have touched your skin,
going beyond the proof blue crystal.
A new world is coming up to your ship
tomorrow's dawn will see the shape
of a star sanctuary's dream valley.