Ákos - Gépszabadság

One melody the Hungary socialism. (Egy dal a magyarországi szocializmusról.) Living in the box, In blue vibration, Are people, More beautiful than the rest As the industrial revolution began, Those more spiritually advanced, Disposed of their souls for pennies And a questionable ideal Conceived with great difficulty The nations are not needed here World machines, unite! Machines have neither pasts, nor beliefs, They are components The picture machine spouts the images, Controlling the machines That allow it to go undiscovered, So it might continue unrecognized Such captivity, Our industrial freedom The machines watch, addicted, Life in the box, So beautiful So alive, so proud, They live by the rule, What you do not know does not exist Long live industrial democracy! Long live the ugly son of the living machine! Long live the daily mechanism, That only greases Those pieces that fit in the world The picture machine spouts the images That allow no one to grasp the essence, Of that which Allows it to go undiscovered, So it might continue unrecognized Such captivity Our industrial freedom Long live industrial democracy! Long live the ugly son of the living machine! Long live the daily mechanism, That only greases Those pieces that fit in the world The picture machine spouts the images That allow no one to grasp the essence, Of that which Allows it to go undiscovered, So it might continue unrecognized Such captivity Our industrial freedom