Вершы: May I Refuse. Weather Reports. Odyssey.

Surfaces and solids lie outside the atmosphere.
the leaves are dancing on the sing of wind,
there's something far outside that's living.

There's something far
that's living and hoping
but we don't know what we are.
The human odyssey begins from the bed.

The human wants to sail into the space.
He doesn't watch inside himself,
doesn't know what he's searching for...
The human wants discover strange worlds.
But the strangest thing lives inside himself.

(Thanks to paul for these lyrics)