Dear Plastic — текст песни (Bjork)

Plastic

Nylon

Terylene

Made of atoms

By tender fingers

And determined heads

Of inventors

Tickling

Perfection

Plastic

Rayon



I was born aeons ago

Before anything human was known

My friends the alchemists

Told me everything was natural

And will always be that way

And possible to make gold from dirt



Plastic

Nylon

Dear plastic

Be proud

Dont imitate anything

Youre pure, pure, pure

Plastic

Nylon



I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge

Took everything and digested

Of course I became big and strong

Today Im old and withering away

My friends the alchemists

Long disappeared into dust

I no longer get anything fruity

No longer gold made from dirt

Now I only get spacefood on a tray



Plastic



Eggimanyinonde



Plastic



Saggiraranana