Dear Plastic — текст песни (Sugarcubes)

Björk

Plastic

Nylon

Terylene

Made of atoms

By tender fingers

And determined heads

Of inventors

Tickling

Perfection



Björk

Plastic

Rayon



Einar

I was born aeons ago

Before anything human was known

My friends the alchemists

Told me everything was natural

And always will be that way

And possible to make gold from dirt



Björk

Plastic

Nylon

Dear plastic

Be proud

Dont imitate anything

Youre pure, pure, pure



Björk

Plastic

Nylon



Einar

I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge

Took everything and digested

Of course I became big,

Big and really really 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

The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray



Björk

Woah!

Plastic, plastic, plastic ...