Always that story is made
It is about an old man, a child, or one's self
But my story is difficult
I want to talk to you about a common man
I will make the story of another
World's being of a galactic animal
This is a story that has to do with
The course of the Milky Way
This is a buried story
It is about a being of nothing
It was born from a storm in a night's sun
The semi-last month
Traveled from planet to planet
Looking for drinking water, or perhaps
Looking for life or death
That is never known
Maybe looking for silhouettes or something
Similar that were adorable or at least
Lovable, kissable
Well, kind
He discovered that King Solomon's mines
Were in the sky, and not on the ardent
Africa like people used to think
But the stones are cold
And he was (interested) in
Warmth and happiness
Jewels did not have soul
Jewels were only mirrors
Brilliant colors
At the end he came down
To war....pardon me
I meant to say to Earth
He found out the story in a flash
He felt in his head crushed glasses
And he realized that the war was the
Peace of the future
The most terrible things are learned right away
And the most beautiful things cost our life
The last time I saw him going
Among smoke and gunfire
He was happy and naked, killing
Vile people with his cannon of the future