Текст песни Александр БАРЫКИН и рок-группа КАРНАВАЛ - Автомат

Machine
    (Music by Alexander Barykin verses Margarita Pushkin)

Automatic - perfection from head to toe.
Automatic - neither of us nor any brother and matchmaker.
Hard pitch, hard look
And do not say a word out of place,
Is he to blame? Automatic ... Automatic!

Automatic - if you need it, and the mountains will roll,
Automatic - if necessary, he will sing and smeknёt.
Two in mind, the three do not count -
And while the lamp is not morgnёt,
Is he to blame? Automatic ... Automatic!
Is he to blame?

Automatic - he does not see any sunset or sunrise,
Automatic - but notice the sudden break-up in the spring.
Step back a hundred ahead,
On the shoulder of the starling nest sovёt,
And the chicks cry out: "Machine!"
Machine!