Curiosity (Oltre Il Bagliore)

It is written! Let every cent be praised for the probes and for the modules
For the glory of cosmologists, for those who study the true superstars
For the rovers that, like superstars
On sheets of rock and dust leave their autographs
In uppercase it is written
Endure the rhetorical comments
Like: Spend on nobler purposes, shame
But let's save the planet, let's save mankind!
I too would wish to save myself

But a man without curiosity is already a dead man
In the universe-university, we are behind schedule
It is not love that moves the world, but the thirst for knowledge
Love is a consequence or an incident of the journey
We need white spacesuits, hearts, and control buttons
To prefer, over carats and diamonds, aliens with Mantis-like features
There in the vault, rockets are already showering, heading for the mountains of Tharsis
Contact with distant places, I, fourth Doctor in the Tardis, invoke

Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know before the afterlife comes
I have question marks, Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know or I will wither, Wadi Rum
I want to know what's out there, beyond the glow that is there
I want to know what's out there, beyond the glow that is there

It is written, we are all here to learn
Not to count the money of astrophysicists
While we toss coins into fountains
Curiosity is not an instinct, it is a moral duty
It is a moral duty because in the end, everything is written
And we have read nothing
We are stuck at the initial letter of a scribe's firmament
Hundreds of millions of trillions of planets, and we feel peerless

I'm not talking about showcases for patrons
But about knowledge, about sciences, where the question is gasoline
Curiosity, a big bang, nothing will be the same again
When everything loses meaning, it makes you like fluoxetine
Breathe
It's strange that the most hostile place to life makes me serene
But not hypocritical like those who want faith banished, then pray in secret
Jupiter, I want all the stars here for me, spaces dotted with why
Give me new shots from James Webb, Tintin's chessboard spaceship

Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know before the afterlife comes
I have question marks, Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Deneb, Alnilam
Tell me things I don't know or I will wither, Wadi Rum
I want to know what's out there, beyond the glow that is there
I want to know what's out there, beyond the glow that is there
Curiosity!

With the shuttle or the space station, we go to the same altitudes, practically, between 380 and 400 km high, it's about a 3-hour drive if one could drive upwards, and what strikes you is that you see the cities and how the land's morphology changes due to man, but you don't see man
And this is something emotionally very powerful because to think that such a limited distance is enough for our entire lives to be put into a completely different perspective relative to the dimension of the universe is something that truly strikes deep

I want to know what's out there (outside of me), beyond the glow that is there (outside of here)
I want to know what's out there (outside of me), beyond the glow that is there (outside of here)
Curiosity!