Текст песни Великая Четвёрка - Обезьянка 1.0

Cardboard monkey

You dance on the very edge of a golden saucer
On your hands are the strings of my fine power
Again a bunch of people, everyone laughs loudly at you,
But you cannot resist the sounds of deceiving flutes.
Your body is not flesh, your body is thin and cardboard,
A smile is forever on your face - it cannot be erased.
You play the little violin and jump sleepily
You cannot break this circle, you are afraid to burn out.

Cardboard monkey
The threads will hold you
Do not drop.
You won't break out of the dance
The threads will hold you
Don't break

You dance on the very edge of a relentless hell
On the hands of your will my nameless trap
And no one will penetrate you through your clowning
With the force with which I always do it.
Your body is not flesh, your body is subtle and secondary,
On the face, an invariable figure will only erase death.
You play the little violin, but not in person either
You cannot break this circle, you are afraid to burn out.

Cardboard monkey
The threads will hold you
Do not drop.
You won't break out of the dance
The threads will hold you
Don't break