On the tenth of June we landed here on Mars
And we look out through the dust clouds to the stars.
All around us lay a plain of burning sand
And a bitter wound flew out across the land.
Not a single cosmos there to tell the past,
Not a single lonely play till desert grass.
This is how it really feels to be alone,
Only fifty million miles away from home.
Chorus
I have flown here through the silent sea of s***e
And I dare to set my foot upon this place.
On the desert lies the shadow of a man
After wind has blown his footprints from the sand.
In the Martian night two moons rise in the sky
And the winter cold is deeper than her sigh.
And the mountains here aware since time began
And they make me feel ashamed of what I am.
And we look out through the dust clouds to the stars.
All around us lay a plain of burning sand
And a bitter wound flew out across the land.
Not a single cosmos there to tell the past,
Not a single lonely play till desert grass.
This is how it really feels to be alone,
Only fifty million miles away from home.
Chorus
I have flown here through the silent sea of s***e
And I dare to set my foot upon this place.
On the desert lies the shadow of a man
After wind has blown his footprints from the sand.
In the Martian night two moons rise in the sky
And the winter cold is deeper than her sigh.
And the mountains here aware since time began
And they make me feel ashamed of what I am.