Текст песни Геннадий Жуков - Кукловод

Early evening, as the ball is over
On the bottom of the city, there is also a pipe.
Measured in a basement
Two boxes like two large coffins.
So dies in the depracils
His death cardboard and funny
Your angel, your villain and your Horace,
But you are alive and you go home.

Trolleybus, as you can see, do not wait
And you are in the column of the audience to delve.
You're so used in the crowd, not recognizable,
What you do not know in the mirror.

Today rain, and tomorrow again performances.
Well, my old duck, hold on.
I understand: our life is not a doll,
But what to do if dolls are our life