Song | Robot |
Artist | Brazzaville |
Album | Robot |
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[00:32.90] | People used to ride horses |
[00:36.88] | Then they moved on to cars |
[00:41.47] | Then on to big jet planes and |
[00:44.70] | Rockets to the stars |
[00:48.24] | Why's my soul any different? |
[00:52.03] | Trapped in this delicate skin |
[00:55.95] | I'd rather be made of titanium |
[00:59.77] | And free of all my sins |
[01:02.17] | I'd rather be a robot |
[01:06.06] | I'd rather be a robot |
[01:09.84] | I'd rather be a robot |
[01:14.06] | While I'm in this world |
[01:17.70] | I'd rather be a robot writing poems |
[01:20.42] | On a Sunday afternoon |
[01:27.30] | Перестань со мной быть сильным |
[01:30.95] | И как робот стальным, |
[01:34.82] | Я ведь вижу ты устал |
[01:38.85] | И немного простыл. |
[01:42.02] | Хватит с меня сомнений |
[01:47.47] | И спокойствия хватит, |
[01:50.34] | Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало |
[01:54.19] | Мое откровенное платье. |
[02:29.36] | People are fragile |
[02:33.29] | And so full of fear |
[02:37.16] | Greed, rage and envy |
[02:40.94] | And wondering why we're here |
[02:44.73] | Robots are humble |
[02:48.20] | An empathetic lot |
[02:52.08] | And they aren't constantly tortured |
[02:55.85] | By the instincts that we've got |
[02:58.44] | I'd rather be a robot |
[03:02.26] | I'd rather be a robot |
[03:06.06] | I'd rather be a robot |
[03:10.10] | While I'm in this world |
[03:13.84] | I'd rather be a robot writing poems |
[03:16.40] | On a Sunday afternoon |
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[00:32.90] | People used to ride horses |
[00:36.88] | Then they moved on to cars |
[00:41.47] | Then on to big jet planes and |
[00:44.70] | Rockets to the stars |
[00:48.24] | Why' s my soul any different? |
[00:52.03] | Trapped in this delicate skin |
[00:55.95] | I' d rather be made of titanium |
[00:59.77] | And free of all my sins |
[01:02.17] | I' d rather be a robot |
[01:06.06] | I' d rather be a robot |
[01:09.84] | I' d rather be a robot |
[01:14.06] | While I' m in this world |
[01:17.70] | I' d rather be a robot writing poems |
[01:20.42] | On a Sunday afternoon |
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[02:29.36] | People are fragile |
[02:33.29] | And so full of fear |
[02:37.16] | Greed, rage and envy |
[02:40.94] | And wondering why we' re here |
[02:44.73] | Robots are humble |
[02:48.20] | An empathetic lot |
[02:52.08] | And they aren' t constantly tortured |
[02:55.85] | By the instincts that we' ve got |
[02:58.44] | I' d rather be a robot |
[03:02.26] | I' d rather be a robot |
[03:06.06] | I' d rather be a robot |
[03:10.10] | While I' m in this world |
[03:13.84] | I' d rather be a robot writing poems |
[03:16.40] | On a Sunday afternoon |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:32.90] | People used to ride horses |
[00:36.88] | Then they moved on to cars |
[00:41.47] | Then on to big jet planes and |
[00:44.70] | Rockets to the stars |
[00:48.24] | Why' s my soul any different? |
[00:52.03] | Trapped in this delicate skin |
[00:55.95] | I' d rather be made of titanium |
[00:59.77] | And free of all my sins |
[01:02.17] | I' d rather be a robot |
[01:06.06] | I' d rather be a robot |
[01:09.84] | I' d rather be a robot |
[01:14.06] | While I' m in this world |
[01:17.70] | I' d rather be a robot writing poems |
[01:20.42] | On a Sunday afternoon |
[01:27.30] | |
[01:30.95] | , |
[01:34.82] | |
[01:38.85] | . |
[01:42.02] | |
[01:47.47] | , |
[01:50.34] | , |
[01:54.19] | . |
[02:29.36] | People are fragile |
[02:33.29] | And so full of fear |
[02:37.16] | Greed, rage and envy |
[02:40.94] | And wondering why we' re here |
[02:44.73] | Robots are humble |
[02:48.20] | An empathetic lot |
[02:52.08] | And they aren' t constantly tortured |
[02:55.85] | By the instincts that we' ve got |
[02:58.44] | I' d rather be a robot |
[03:02.26] | I' d rather be a robot |
[03:06.06] | I' d rather be a robot |
[03:10.10] | While I' m in this world |
[03:13.84] | I' d rather be a robot writing poems |
[03:16.40] | On a Sunday afternoon |