Artefacto [English translation]

Give me something sweet baby. I use to become bitter

I wanna have you like this for hours and hours

It's not a computer talk

It's a happier omen.

Imaginary worlds are floating in the air

passing through our bodies echoes of thousand radars

How much they affect you? no one knows.

No ruse makes you happy.

It's a happier omen.

This is not an invention to pass the time

there's no device that is visionary