Текст: Pet Shop Boys. Dj Culture.

Attention, attention
Trente-neuf, quarante

Imagine a war which everyone won
Permanent holiday in endless sun
Peace without wisdom, one steals to achieve
Relentlessly, pretending to believe

Attitudes are materialistic
Positive or frankly realistic
Which is terribly old-fashioned
Isn't it? Or isn't it?

(DJ culture)
Dance with me
(DJ culture)
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
(DJ culture, DJ, D)

Let's pretend we won a war
Like a football match, ten-nil the score
Anything's possible, we're on the same side
Or otherwise on the trial for our lives

I've been around the world
For a number of reasons
I've seen it all, the change of seasons
And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?

(DJ culture)
Dance with me
(DJ culture)
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
(DJ culture)

(DJ culture)
Dance with me
(DJ culture)
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Wondering who's your friend
(DJ culture)

Now, as a matter of pride
Indulge yourself, your every mood
No feast-days or fast-days
Or days of abstinence intrude

Consider for a minute who you are
What you'd like to change, never mind the scars
Bury the past, empty the shelf
Decide it's time to reinvent yourself

Like Liz before Betty, she after Sean
Suddenly you're missing then you're reborn
And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?

(DJ culture)
(DJ culture)
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
(DJ culture)

(DJ culture)
Dance with me
(DJ culture)
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Wondering who's your friend
(DJ culture)

(DJ culture)
And I, my Lord
(DJ culture)
May I say nothing?
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
(DJ culture)

Attention, attention, attention