People used to ride horses Then they moved on to cars Then on to big jet planes And rockets to the stars Why's my soul any different? Trapped in this delicate skin I'd rather be made of titanium Free of all my sins I'd rather be a robot I'd rather be a robot I'd rather be a robot While I'm in this world I'd rather be a robot writing poems On a Sunday afternoon Перестань со мной быть сильным И как робот стальным Я же вижу ты устал и немного простыл Хватит с меня сомнений, и спокойствия хватит Я хочу, чтобы тебя смущало Мое откровенное платье ♪ People are fragile So full of fear Greed, rage and envy Wondering why we're here Robots are humble And empathetic lot And they aren't constantly tortured By the instincts that we've got I'd rather be a robot I'd rather be a robot I'd rather be a robot While I'm in this world I'd rather be a robot writing poems On a Sunday afternoon