I.
With a free outline of the dawn,
Before millennia, primitive nomads had awakened,
And his spears, and his clubs,
Before sunrise, they went hunting...
And with all mammoth hunted,
With each meal cooked on fire,
The beginning of mankind,
They were moving at slow speed...
And falling from the fires of golden sparks,
The forerunner was centuries after,
With technological progress,
Marked by the improvement of all mankind...
This is our Odyssey of humanity...
From primitive wooden macaws
Through medieval iron hatchets,
Up to a long distance, hypersonic missiles...
From the first black powdered garters,
By separate loaded muskets,
After shining multi-gun revolvers,
After the first device weapon in history...
And the first people had their pride...
By holding his wooden clubs firmly,
Though careless of wood cut,
Capable of causing severe injuries...
And the first people had their pride...
Though they were speechless,
Highly arrogant of their heads,
Feeling the sense of your life...
Though their perception of the planet was flawed,
In many details, they were so different from us,
For thousands of years, they were guided by the same,
The appropriate will to survive...
Centuries ago, the statues were carved,
Of fangs, bones, stones,
They gave dead stones the form of animals,
For hunting to bring them prosperity...
Maybe even protected from dangers,
In the surrounding unpredictable nature,
Like prehistoric amulets,
Though carved so clumsyly...
II.
When lightning from the sky,
In times of humanity,
He pierced the crown of an old rotten tree,
With a coat of fire,
When she was pierced by lightning in the flames,
Free-burned,
She gave the first man the gift of fire
To make it easier for him, his dense cut...
The heat of heat,
The relief was for frozen hands,
And carried to the caves by the pits,
It helped face cold nights...
This is our Odyssey of humanity...
From the cold caves of darkness,
Through medieval fortress castles,
After the White House, the Oval Office...
From primitive necklaces of bone,
With the aura of the mystery of Shaman amulets,
By the crown-kings of gold,
After the breast-tipped medals...
He was amazed for years by the planet of science,
That the first people could make art,
Though so far from us,
They were able to dream about the far future...
Though their nature was so primitive,
They were aware of their humanity,
They had a sense of their identity and existence,
A ruthless time of slow passage...
Our time has been preserved by stone paintings,
The contours of tiny hands,
In hidden from the planet of ancient caves,
Some of them with missing fingers,
So that, after thousands of years, the researchers could come up with a theory,
Alone surviving in the aspirational modern world,
For it is the invisible spirit of the cave,
Prehistoric women donated their fingers...
But what would they say,
If they could look at us from prehistory
And if today's humanity saw,
Who pursued advancement sold his soul...
III.
When the fires started thousands of years ago,
rubbing a couple of dry stones against each other,
The mystical spark of it was carved,
Which has sparked the improvement of all mankind...
And erstwhile the flames flicker,
They danced on dry beam trees,
By allowing cold hands to warm,
Make hot food, too...
With this meal of comfort,
Though specified primitive first-rate men,
They dared to dream of the far future,
Looking at the full moon at night...
This is our Odyssey of humanity...
From the outbreaks by primitive methods of gills,
By the first always tile oven,
After central heating steel boilers...
This is our Odyssey of humanity...
When time is measured by old clocks,
We keep writing her more cards,
With the slow passing of days...
Knowing the taste of misery, the first people,
To all inconveniences over the years they have become accustomed,
They never complained to anyone,
Stealing from tears sometimes...
In the harsh interiors of cold caves,
Though the skins of the animals covered,
In the cold of night,
When they swooned from the cold, sometimes they trembled...
In cold nights they defended their caves,
Before the harsh saber-tooth tigers,
From the mighty cave bears,
By blocking the fire of burning torches...
A 1000 years ago, a burning torch,
Reflected in the eyes of a dangerous predator,
In a fierce animal, she was afraid.
She kept him at a distance...
Defending his endangered offspring,
They did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives,
Just like we did today,
When there's so many wars in the world...
IV.
Once a fierce fight for fire,
Primitive tribes were the overriding concern,
Today's rampant arms racing,
Millions of people spend their sleep...
Before thousands of years of invention,
It has become permanent in human history.
Today's developed artificial intelligence,
Better helps make the modern world...
Once upon a time, carelessly cut silica,
He served people as a basic tool,
Today's first quantum computers,
They aid research distant galaxies...
This is our Odyssey of humanity...
From prehistoric stone paintings,
By mysterious Egyptian hieroglyphics,
After the Latin alphabet we all know...
From Sumerian clay tablets,
By the chronicles written with a goose pen,
By the first to kind a machine,
After voice-controlled smartphones...
Without respect for the relentless passage of time,
We keep writing her more cards,
With the slow run of centuries,
Capturing besides the ancient past.
In the shadow of large events,
Writing more textbook stories,
To the large chiefs, building monuments,
We pay tribute to their heroic deeds.
And we face the power of nature,
Reaching further impenetrable peaks,
We're inactive exploring the meanders of science,
Giving the planet another invention...
Until, as the years go by,
Our time will pass,
Those who come for us,
They'll compose about us in warm words...
So are we today,
We compose with respect about the first people,
Is it on the colour charts of the novels,
Do the reflective poems interlacing the verses...
