Чудные дни [Chudnyye dni] [English translation]

Unsuccessfully, the Man

has been looking for love

for ages and ages.

He sings about it in his verses,

sees it in the dreams

and awaits it always anew and anew.

Those are only his dreams.

Empty pages

that cannot be read.

As if trying to understand a book without the words,

in a search for love,

the Man decided to create a Machine.

Nobody can be forced to love.

Nobody can understand that mystery.

But the man won over God

And all the feelings are no longer random.

The Machine has no soul.

Its heart is impoverished -

the Man decided.

There was enough of verses about love,

enough of pretence and flowers

and ages of concealment.

The heart is not serious about love,

it can only hurt,

nothing can please it.

Stupid rush for a dream,

when the solution is simple -

The Machines are better than people.

Nobody can be forced to love.

Nobody can understand that mystery.

But the man won over the God

And all the feelings are no longer random.

There is no betrayal and cheating,

no slashed veins.

And the heart doesn´t hurt.

There are no heartbreaking dilemmas,

and hundreds of problems

are solved by a program.

It is a victory of scientific ideas,

and for people

it is beginning of wonderful days.

It is no more necessary to live in suferring.

Only the machines

are capable of love.

Nobody can be forced to love.

Nobody can understand that mystery.

But the man won over the God

And all the feelings are no longer random.

Nobody can be forced to love.

Nobody can understand that mystery.

Nobody can be forced to love.

Nobody can understand that mystery.

Nobody can be forced to love.

Nobody can understand that mystery.

But the man won over the God

And all the feelings are no longer random.

• Artist:Otto Dix
• Album:Чудные дни