Silicon gypsies are leaving a town Scientists, students or just engineers Life is a miracle - why do you feel so down? Take a deep breath of cleanroom atmosphere
You points of attraction are scattered around the world Yesterday Europe, tomorrow - may be US One day you fed up, you don't want to move anymore But your company's bust and you're gone with the rest
Belgium, Italy, Texas or Singapore 23 celcius, humidity 50% The climate is always the same in cleanroom And all that you need in addition - a house for rent
Final handshake, "take care" and "see you again" Perhaps at a conference or at someone's defence We've got no tears - just the Belgian rain - Silicon gypsies have no permanent friends
You were choosing profession, but you chose your fate: No permanent friends, no permanent roof Doesn't matter you came for two years or eight - At the end you will move, you will move, you will move...
Silicon gypsies are leaving a town Scientists, students or just engineers Life is a miracle - why do you feel so down? Take a deep breath of cleanroom atmosphere