Модель для сборки - Война - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The cars had already won us. That’s what the person was so afraid of, happened. And we didn’t notice. On the day when they were allowed into our house, we lost the war.

Was there a war? The war was. A person’s surprising property not to notice the global, fussing through trifles, and missing his chance.

Now we are slaves. We have not enslaved huge cars the size of a house, as science fiction writers predicted, a small processor enslaved us.

Just a set of wiring and schemes. It was enslaved by a box with alternating pictures and imitation of symbols.

The device speaking in our same voice, and making synthetic sounds. Machins have changed a lot. More than saying, they replaced a lot in us.

But the most important thing is what their electronic tentacles and our souls reached. It is not true that a person has a soul. He exchanged it for an artificial world of numbers when the first machine folded twice two.

We lost our own, more and more, I took the place of our ordered checks with information. We, like blind people, are going along a winding road. And we’ll take it out. We even like it. But did we think whether we thought?

Did we think that somewhere there in the past, we went on a different path, made only one wrong turn and made ourselves to a dead end? But maybe there is a way out of this impasse? Do not amuse yourself. There is no exit.

The only thing for us remains is to continue to remain in the blessed and familiar state of soullessness. And enjoy our life. We live while we live and look for another world.