Текст песни Николай Кокурин - 1799. ПРАЗДНИК МАСОК

1799 FESTIVAL OF MASKS
| D + -1; 3G | A | 2, 5 | 2; 3-5-3-0 |
I'm sorry, broke with the truth to you the terrible
With the good news, though the truth is wrong.
Thought will please, I think you'll be pleased,
When he learned that there was no Santa Claus.
And you cried, almost in a faint not fall.
You screamed as if you robbed.
I yelled furiously, woke the neighbors.
And the devil pulled me to add that there was no Elves.
And hell no, but he somehow managed - pulled.
What happened here ?! I wish I'd never seen,
I wish I was born deaf and dead.
Dead, however, probably all of us were born.
Your cry has thrown me so razzodoril,
What do I take it and I'll tell you more, without thinking,
What it is not and there was not you or me or God
And so anyway we will do here.
And this truth leads me into a stupor and kills.
And I myself plunges into deep depression.
But I still swaggers, once more try
Look well done and talk quietly ...
Even if there is no God or Santa Claus
Elves let not, but these things does not mean anything
Neither individually nor together we do not exist too
But no doubt that we are invited to the feast.
And a terrible passionate face masks single Void
Which is only one we are all united
But how beautiful masks as they are beautiful
Even those so crooked and awful
That mask Santa Claus, here Mask Creator of the Universe
And here's to you our self-satisfied faces
Somewhere there is a mask mom and dad, your children and my
Elves and angels somewhere there is a mask, too.
12.03.2012