In hundred years, love is illegal

«In hundred years, love is illegal»
(Hard goa-trance / 148 BPM)

High above the music throne, Dieter draws the absurd —
Putin, Trump, neural net, every lie and every word.
People forgot to love — so he remixes all the pain,
Knobs are turning, galaxies collapse and rise again.

Мантра:
In hundred years, love is illegal —
Мы танцуем на костях.
In hundred years, love is illegal —
Дитер правит в небесах.

Computers everywhere, controllers in the night,
No heart survives the beat, no love can win this fight.
We used to write love letters, now we write algorithms,
Dancing on the glitch, singing to the abyss.

Мантра:
In hundred years, love is illegal —
Все мечты умрут.
In hundred years, love is illegal —
Только ритм и пустота.

Дроп:
Барабаны бьют как сердце мира,
Гоа-транс — пустая лира.
Дитер крутит этот свет,
Больше чувств уже нет.

Мантра (ускорение):
In hundred years, love is illegal —
Забудь, забудь.
In hundred years, love is illegal —
Только ритм и суть.

L.O.V.E. — illegal in my heart,
Can you hear my heart? It’s falling apart.
Но пока есть ритм, пока есть свет —
In hundred years — неважно, нет.

Аутро:
In hundred years…
Love is illegal…
Дитер…
Транс…
Пустота…