Из альбома: The Working Model
Red chips — burning, burning
Red chips — burning, burning
We crossed the oceans of megabyte
When the diskettes start to burn like candles
The data enter shows the warning light
«this program is to hot to handle»
Red chips — burning, burning
Red chips — burning, burning
We beat the knights of interface
And crushed the dragons of both poles
But our program lost the trace
I hope our user save our souls
Red chips — burning, burning
Red chips — burning, burning