Текст песни sasha sar - деталь

old transistors in the Museum of Communications
with all my soul hates electricity
despise the radio, they quarrel
using perverted Morse code
they are already half a century in the bleak morgue
time thief who has not been born out of date
put them all on display
as sinners at the Last Judgment
they are guilty of that they brought into the world
fate make decompose
and constantly covered with dust
Born and croak on the eternal plant
which makes parts for himself
and suddenly you're part of a great mechanism
that has failed and is fully oxidized
it just needed time to destroy
so as not to spread the incorrectness
even if you send on pure stock
simply because of the bad company
kanesh in the summer, and while you do not doctor
You do not even rare, there are millions
with the same markings and indicators
unpretentious development elevates mediocrity
and you just throw in the dead of the abyss
where there is nothing, absolutely nothing
I am an ordinary member of the electronic circuit
I have one goal conversion current
and no, no, no, I do not need rest
I just need to be necessary