Текст песни Discrete Encounter - On

He knows how to do things
Which can not be learned here
His movements became sharper
When he hears a lie or flattery
I do not understand his work
I'm not familiar with his craft
But when it is warmed to someone
I know the price of this heat

He is able to hear sounds
In which there is no acceptable frequency
And he has wings instead of arms
Instead mouth sensual mouth
I hate his work
I'm the alien that it oppresses
But when someone breaks up with him
I know the price for the flight

He is able to see the top
See both look through
And each time leaving on the block
He understands that all could
I stand in front of him is not difficult
But instead the body was left a shadow
And when morning begins with him
I know the price for passing day