Elektronik – Supersonik

Hey baby, wake up from your a-sleep.
We have arrived onto the future
and the whole world has become…
Electronic. Supersonic.
Supersonic. Electronic.

Hey baby, ride me away.
We doesn’t have much time.
My blue jeans is tight,
so onto my love rocket climb.

Inside tank of fuel
is not fuel
but love.
Above us there is nothing above,
but the stars,
above.