Message.

From star to star: hello! Still half of the blue planet, here, remains in the cold polar night. The cold of darkness has bound the wings of the sweet-singing crested rooster and thrown him into the corner of a cage, for the crime of crowing the song of dawn. It has imprisoned the nightingale. It has cast the rose behind barbed wire. But time on this planet, with all its might, is galloping toward the rose and the nightingale and the rooster’s loud song...