The lovers of the year two thousand
Seek to understand
That only their hands remain mobile
To defend themselves
They transmit by computer
Each of the beats of their heart
The lovers of the year two thousand
Have just learned
That to get wired in the city
You have to be tender Internet
To keep the desire to exist
Press start and start
Unplug me
I'm traveling to this world
World without summer, world without winter
br/>I'd rather burn in hell
Unplug me
Clear this metal from my head
Tear out these cables and hurt me
Resuscitate the animal
The lovers of the year two thousand are synthesized
Into several sterile feelings
Which become electronic - computerized
A simple magical meeting
Goes through a plastic module
Lovers of the year two thousand
No longer have anything to fear
We will make love cybernetically tick
We just died out

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