NORD'N'COMMANDER "Heavenly Barrow" (2002)

 6. Sunny Son

 Machines are laughing in my face,
 I'm opening windows in the soul.
 Perhaps, I was hanged in disgrace...
 And, may be, upon the telegraph pole.

 Machines do not throw a shadow.
 ...Ungrateful children of the human race...
 I'll shelter myself under a barrow.
 Machines are laughing in my face.

 We divinified town lands.
 This city had not been heaven-born, 
 Underground giants of our by-ends.
 Our Temple, be never lorn!

    But by means of secret mutations
    (It sticks now out a mile),
    Emiting a knack of electrovibrations
    By the irresistible smile,
    The Sunny Son will see the light.
    The Sunny Son will see his light.