bit day

the sun is rising

straight

în fatza ochilor mei

power on

viatza is a memory stick

in my pocket

I’m sick

my treatment is the electrical bite

say hello, say stand by, say good bye

bit night

soarele apune straight

in front of my eyes

turn off the light

hibernation

reincarnation

viatza is a connection

between illusion and reality

scanning is complete

feelings between peace and fight

I must repair this bad sector

when the memory died

bit day, bit night