I'll be far away from home if I look back now
If I move my legs I might go forward
If I move too fast it'll make my face burn
Palaces of crystal and a virgin soil to upturn
FIVE
FIVE
FIVE
IN FOUR
Going up into the sky to meet Gagarin
The world's so still and it's fruits are all for sharing
Coming down over you just like a bomber
But you can't blame spring for turning summer