The Last Diner on Jupiter

An ochre hurricane knocks on the dead airlock,
The bartender wipes down the crumbs of stellar scale.
Here gravity is playing a strange blues rock,
And we keep silent in the cosmic ocean's trail.
Thick, tart smoke rises from the cups into the air,
Our ancient diner is the silent ones' full share.

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The Last Diner on Jupiter never sleeps,
Its menu holds just memories of a scorched Earth.
The Crimson Storm stares through the window as it weeps,
Counting the days we spent in exile since our birth.
The solar limit drowns within the coffee grounds,
We're captives of the chilling, gaseous luminous bounds.


A bitter sip, a darkened stream.
Orbital spin, an endless dream.


Magnetic whispering is breaking voices down,
While planetary silence plays the jukebox tune.
The heavens for return are slammed, a heavy crown,
A one-way ticket, there is no way back this moon.
A silver spoon is catching emptiness and space,
We share this endlessness upon a flying pace.

Припев
The Last Diner on Jupiter never sleeps,
Its menu holds just memories of a scorched Earth.
The Crimson Storm stares through the window as it weeps,
Counting the days we spent in exile since our birth.
The solar limit drowns within the coffee grounds,
We're captives of the chilling, gaseous luminous bounds.


And here the storm has raged for many hundred years,
Blurring the faces of the ones who waited through their tears.
Heavy hydrogen has pressed our breathing tight,
But this one table is our sanctuary and light.



Припев
The Last Diner on Jupiter never sleeps,
Its menu holds just memories of a scorched Earth.
The Crimson Storm stares through the window as it weeps,
Counting the days we spent in exile since our birth.
The solar limit drowns within the coffee grounds,
We're captives of the chilling, gaseous luminous bounds.


Stardust sand, a broken land.
Your odyssey is lonely, vast and grand.