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