Intro: C Em x 4 Dm G
C
People used to ride horses
Em
Then they moved on to cars
C
Then on to big jet planes and
Em
Rockets to the stars
Dm
Why’s my soul any different?
G
Trapped in this delicate skin
C
I’d rather be made of titanium
E
And free of all my sins
C
I’d rather be a robot
Em
I’d rather be a robot
C
I’d rather be a robot
Em
While I’m in this world
Dm
I’d rather be a robot writing poems
G
On a Sunday afternoon
C
Перестань со мной быть сильным
Em
И как робот стальным,
C
Я ведь вижу ты устал
Em
И немного простыл.
Dm
Хватит с меня сомнений
G
И спокойствия хватит,
C
Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало
E
Мое откровенное платье.
C Em x 2 Dm G
People are fragile
And so full of fear
Greed, rage and envy
And wondering why we’re here
Robots are humble
An empathetic lot
And they aren’t constantly tortured
By the instincts that we’ve got
