Текст песни Chic - Больной театр

It is served by quietly nastolgiya
And in my head like a desert
Tell people what you cherish
Good is not as we would like
And the world is like a big theater
That day all the same performance
And the world is divided into two features
The first and the second theater circus
People hide behind a mask grimmasu
Smiling through the pain and humbug
Why deceive your eyes
Why deceive ourselves
Many questions but they do not have an answer
In heaven there is not no Beleth
Life is made up of several plots
As songs are composed of verses

 People like ants do not find a place
And in this world has become too cramped
All patients suffering loneliness
It is time to understand childhood ended long ago
Time passed, and I have not noticed in a hurry
It is less and less
Where would not go, someone else was everywhere
Hatred of the people, if not himself
Running from the past try again
I got lost and there is no turning back
Over the horizon sunset sails
My pulse with the music rhythm playing
Everybody needs a soul mate
But alas, no one can not understand
Look into the soul, look for the eyes
This is a sick theater, this is my game