A relic of a bygone age, touching in its optimism. A Soviet song from 1963. The words are those of a cosmonaut.
To live and to believe - it's wonderful.
Before us - an unprecedented path.
Astronauts and dreamers believe
That on Mars apple trees will blossom.
Well, when you comrades and
The whole world are seen through the porthole,
Stars will meet the flourishing earth,
And on Mars apple trees will blossom.
I will make friends with the distant stars,
Do not worry about me and do not be sad.
For leaving this Earth, we are promised
That on Mars apple trees will blossom!
(Translation courtesy of Google, adapted - I can't vouch for it.)
I read an interesting book called The Case for Mars a few years back, when my research concentrated on the possibility of terraforming Mars. Apparently we're better positioned today to achieve this goal than we were to land on the moon when we did that (IF we did that...). So those apple blossoms might not be too far off.
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