Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold
So that this blue planet will still be
Soaring by drawing circles in space
Let’s put an end to revolving along
The decided-upon orbit
My wish to dispel doubts about
The voices of the Great Ones is so
There will be no suspicion nor insolence
This is the problem of living things
Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play thеre with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers thеir blossoms unfold
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold
Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold
Ah, not even prayers from the heart will reach
And the progression of zeroes and ones definitely won’t reach either
On that day, we doubted each other, believed in each other
And became as one
I shall let you have the experience of looking, even briefly, upon us!
Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold
Minerva is the one pointing;
Her owl shows us the way
While making mistakes and wandering about
We keep advancing forward
Someday everyone will realize that
Even if there is no intervention
If it is possible, it must be good
But there’s no longer time for that
History tells of us, and the arts encourage us
Infinity cannot be measured, but the solution is visible
To travel through the aether is the definition of enlightenment
“Love” is an abnormal theory
Ah, once all of your prayers reach
And our progression reaches at last
After the answer has been verified
We’ll be laughing at everything
I shall burn this into your eyes that look, even briefly, upon us!
Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold
Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold