Акзар Фуко - Сети...иллюзия большой любви - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

We are drowning in social networks, messages will fly away like the wind. This is emptiness and utopia, but not as perfection, but as swamps and swamps. Click “ready” and send a new message - the illusion of great love, great friendship. Then you will remember, cursing, your best years. The window leads to another world behind your curtain, on this side of your monitor, where everything has taste, but only a color picture, in fact a banner behind which is only a link.

Look at the person behind the avatar, behind the web, with this chatter about just about anything, in the world of a person with a number of points, measure the world by the width of the bandwidth.

Power... I connect the cable to the browser, a familiar address... the clock is melting... trying to portray something, but it’s all a bluff, an illusion of great love...

With your finger they knock out a march on the keyboard, a march to a new time and a new culture, where ten unsightly people are given a smiley face, I give you +1 for the mythical paradise.

Through communication channels, packages with our

smiles,......with our attempts to be someone, but all this does not have the desired effect.

That’s the illusion, the illusion of paper, the conclusion of their books, if you format your hard drive, zeros and ones are your whole life...

Let salvation come, but it won’t be soon, but for now we’re staring blankly at our monitors. We live, then we put a space bar and type meaningless “” Hello! How are you, honey?"

Power... I connect the cable to the browser, a familiar address... the clock is melting... trying to portray something, but it’s all a bluff, an illusion of great love...