Текст песни Ольга Арефьева и гр. Ковчег - Жонглер

The most important in heaven is not a completely monarch
He is in silver pants, in golden pants
On one of his hand - rings and balls
On the other - our worlds
Who got into his palm, he takes off as the ball
There is a lightweight ringing and all dances
I'm in his palm ball, I flying the heat
His Art - Color Azart

Ten days in golden hands
Heart misses tact
Turned over and went
Smiling but tears warmed
Instead of Mata put Shah
Ten songs and almanac
On the golden pipe praise
And on silver only trill

World Round, Like Circus
World bagel, and in him a hole

The most important in heaven is not a completely monk
He is in silver pants, in golden pants
He is a jugger big playing stars or planets
Almost there is almost no
Even though it is almost not, he spins the world
And dressed in the raincoat, then in Plaid Star Mishura
It turns the circle of good luck, laughter his buses
Who is he, doctor or executioner?

Ten days in golden snow
How to stay on the legs?
Head is not right
The heart beats sotinate
Who would not blame me -
All vinyl tracks
I note on a rope
I am your subdominant

World Round, Like Circus
World bagel, and in him a hole

Life in Stepito style, step style and gesture
Who is in a clown coat who carries their cross
In the pace Plearly shift places, only I sing
And the guitars is full of paradise
Evil Oblo good warm, but did not help
The ball flies, the wing is soaked and crept the styled
The chief awaits us in heaven at home
We and so in his grievances

Ten days, and then weeks
I am fragrant
Dance in warehouses
Put big fingers
Plie Batman Tandyu.
And I'm in the neck of the dud
I will give the cities
I will go, what will remain?