Robot

People used to ride horses

Then they moved on to cars

Then on to big jet planes and

Rockets to the stars

Why's my soul any different?

Trapped in this delicate skin

I'd rather be made of titanium

And free of all my sins

I'd rather be a robot

I'd rather be a robot

I'd rather be a robot

While I'm in this world

I'd rather be a robot writing poems

On a Sunday afternoon

Перестань со мной быть сильным

И как робот стальным.

Я ведь вижу, ты устал

И немного простыл.

Хватит с меня сомнений

И спокойствия хватит.

Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало

Мое откровенное платье.

People are fragile

And so full of fear

Greed, rage and envy

And wondering why we're here

Robots are humble

An empathetic lot

And they aren't constantly tortured

By the instincts that we've got

• Artist:Brazzaville