In 1985, it was colder than it is now. He repeated it a second time, as if we hadn't heard it. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. And with his boots he hit the ground, as if he wanted to break the ice. I don't remember if it was colder than it is now, but it hurt less. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. And that fog looked like sea. No hope for future, we are the vice. There's nothing more to say. No hope for future, we are the vice. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. And then I told him, yes, what else, in case he asked me again. We were poor and so happy, there was nothing to escape from. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. And then I heard the sirens howling, applause in the yard. And then I heard the sirens howling, applause in the yard. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Like a robot, like Bruce Lee, he danced like this, like a robot. Sorry, I'm not interested in repetitive rhythms.