Sasha Sar - деталь
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Old transistors in the Museum of Communications
Electricity hate all their hearts
despise the radio, they scold them
With the help of a perverted alphabet Morse
They have been in a dull morgue for half a century
Time thief, not yet born out
they were put up for everyone to see
Like sinners in the Last Judgment
They are guilty that they were born
Fate makes you decompose
and constantly covered with dust
Born and die at the Eternal Plant
What makes spare parts for oneself
What if you are part of the great mechanism
that he failed and completely oxidized
it needs to be destroyed at once
so that the irregularity does not spread
Even if you are cleanly sent for stock
just because of a bad company
you will be in the fly, and the time is not a doctor for you
You are not even rare, there are millions
with the same marking and indicators
Unbearable development offers mediocrity
And you will be just thrown into a blank abyss
where there is nothing, absolutely nothing
I am an ordinary electronic chain element
I have one goal of current transformation
And no, no, no, I don't need peace
I just need to be necessary