Текст Traffic – Hope I Never Find Me There

Seems that I just had to stay
The birds have flown, the sky’s turned grey
The bees are baffled by the flowers
Plastic plants that never die

I walked upon synthetic grass
Where metal people said: «Don’t ask
About the field where you once played
Atomic factories have replaced them.»
Hope they never find me here

The horse I ride has lost a shoe. The petrol pumps are dry
The car I drive has broken down. The blacksmith’s trade has died
The meals I eat have changed into concentrated packets

The hour has come to be as one
The time to live has just begun
The world is waiting it’s a fact
To stage its last and final act
Hope I never find me there

There
There
There
There
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