Текст песни Мерлин - Марш под короткие гудки

Am
We hit this wall year after year, day after day
A7 Dm
A generation of modems is on fire
Dm (V) Am
Modern rams e-head
F E7 Am
Stupidly fight in hysterical "lights out".

Dm E Am
Eh, nights at the keyboard!
C G7 C
Eh, you, beeps from the PBX!
Dm E F A7
Throws on the altar of culture
Dm E7 Am
Us digital progress!

Hundreds of thousands of terabytes cut wires
The net listens with enthusiasm, turning into a seine,
Billions of small fish fighting in the paws of the net -
At their screens, at home, locked up.

Eh, sweet-hearted whistle of modems!
Eh, wheezing in the wires and crackling!
More important than the secrets of the seven universes
The monitor shines for us.

We gnaw in minutes of gigabit bandwidth
The internet clock has become the eternal currency
We dream of great things, but our dreams are easy:
Not to hear short beeps.

Eh, time wages!
Eh, bumps on your beloved forehead!
And even if it's not easy for us, guys -
We will conquer fate!