It’s a dream of a child longing for the stars.

Yuri Gagarin and Neil Armstrong appear to send him a message — a cosmic blessing.

– Как дела, Нил?

– Good evening, Yuri. I’ve learned to say it right.

– Поехали...

– One small step... for all of us.

I walked on dust that held no sound,

No footsteps near, no voices found.

I left a print, I saw the Earth—

So small, yet full of endless worth.

I soared through night with burning light,

A silver shell, a leap of might.

I heard the cheers from down below,

And knew the stars would help us grow.

Yes, Neil, I believe we’ll take that giant leap again.

Yes, Yuri, we will still hear your “Poyekhali”, my friend.

Somewhere a boy is watching the stars alone,

Not knowing he’s the next to journey on...

They fly again, the ships we dreamed,

But now with silence in their beams.

The hands are gone, replaced by code—

The dream feels cold along the road.

But dreams, my friend, they never die,

They sleep beneath a younger sky.

A child will rise, just like the flame,

And speak the stars, and sign his name.

Yes, Neil, I believe we’ll take that giant leap again.

Yes, Yuri, we will still hear your “Poyekhali”, my friend.

Somewhere a boy is watching the stars alone,

Not knowing he’s the next to journey on...

Yes, Neil…

Yes, Yuri…

He’s watching…

He will journey…

on...

"Who were they?"

"I don’t know… but they sounded like home."