Robot歌詞

Robot (機器人) - Brazzaville (布拉扎維)
Written by：David Arthur Brown/Vera Musaelyan/Zemfira Ramazanova
People used to ride horses
They moved on to cars
Then on to big jet planes and
Rockets to the stars
Why's my soul any different
Trapped in this delicate skin
I'd rather be made of titanium
And free of all my sins
I'd rather be a robot
I'd rather be a robot
I'd rather be a robot
While I'm in this world
I'd rather be a robot writing poems
On a Sunday afternoon
Prity stans so nonvence chimni
Ika crova stanne
Iauje riraute ustaw
Pine noga praste
Hoji
Smmi noa samini
Espa coueste howte
Yaha tus stapti bihas musa
Waio atkre bian me praze
People are fragile
And so full of fear
Greed rage and envy
Wonderin' why we're here
Robots are humble
An empathetic lot
They aren't constantly tortured
By the instincts that we've got
I'd rather be a robot
I'd rather be a robot
I'd rather be a robot
While I'm in this world
I'd rather be a robot writing poems
On a Sunday afternoon