Текст песни Пророки - Патайский праздник

Cm7 ------- Eb2 --- Cm7 ---- Eb2
Pataysky holiday - masked men
Cm7 - Eb2 --- F
Hidden eyes.
Large crowds, white face
Wanting something to tell.

But true to the surface
Do not give them to fly.
These masks as the pads
From the ground do not give to tear off his feet.

Cm7 ---------------- Bb
Throw a mask, trample
--------------- Ab -------- Bb
And show me his face, himself.
Cm7 ---------------- Bb
Is it so easy to go where
----- Ab -------- Bb
On your face it.

Cardboard masks, painted with paint
Destroy face.
You do not have his. You're a slave of this mask.
Without it, the sun blinds you in the face.

People watching - see the mask
But they do not see you.
Why did our original GOD
I created you.