Текст песни Механічний Апельсин - Цирк квітів

I live pretty high
my attic apartment,
someone is just as Attic
 my sky.
I look in the window and
imagine that around flowers,
but there's only rain
and swamp and bad roads

Butit my my circus circus colors
butit my my circus circus colors
butit my my circus circus colors
and I did not climb to me there is always good

I sometimes imagine that
is warm and quiet
that there is no one
who spoils life but when I
turn on your TV
I again see the swamp
 real life

Butit my my circus circus colors
butit my my circus circus colors
butit my my circus circus colors
and I did not climb to me there is always good

And there are days when
I come to visit
 among them are muzhchynka
He sells life
He odityy like a clown
it is medicine
He comes to me
and says "go politay"

Butit my my circus circus colors
butit my my circus circus colors
butit my my circus circus colors
and I did not climb to me there is always good