Milky Way,
if the galaxies appear
War in space can be worse than ever still
Wave your flag from the center of the moon
Asteroids will be struck by your typhoon
There is no hope,
it's a mess
Paint the sun, change the color of the sky
Piece of fire,
throw a stone and make it fly
You'll conquer planet Mars
And just start,
and the Earth will be less harsh
