200 évvel az utolsó háború után [English translation]

One day, serious and scholarly heads

realized it can't go on like that.

Life is not organized enough,

so a new decree was issued.

Mothers were getting a letter

which told them: from now on

they have to deliver a boychild per month.

If twins, that's even better.

Everything fine, a case so simple.

Nobody had to suffer, because, oh,

man had already turned artificial,

giving birth to artificial kids.

Artificial kid, respect the machines,

Just like your father did in true belief.

Say thank you for your machine-given life.

You'll be buried by a machine in the end.

Everything fine, a case so simple.

Nobody had to suffer, because, oh,

man had already turned artificial,

giving birth to artificial kids.

They turn all those yellowed pages,

reading those beautiful and strange

poems left behind from the past,

and secretly, they shed a tear.

• Artist:Omega
• Album:Az Omega összes kislemeze 67-71 (1992)