Letras
In the shadow of a moonlit race
Stood the N-1, pride of Soviet space
Dreams of lunar plains in her sight
A towering beacon in the night
Her engines roared with a thunderous cry
A symphony meant to split the sky
But fate was cruel, her breath was brief
Four flights ended in grief
Now she rests in history's shade
A tale of ambitions grandly laid
The moon untouched by her grace
N-1's dreams lost in space