Текст песни LaScala - Праздник

I feel sick of fuss,
From poor rules.
Lipstick red traces
How stamp and want to escape
But .. everything is already ready:
Someone poorer jokes by heart
And under the layer of makeup so calmly hid sadness

But the day will come when everything starts first:
The world from the windows of lies and false stories of non-public.
You will build us the Palace of Sand and Fog
In this holiday indifferent persons.

You break your glass
About smiles of those guests
Who from the ship got on the ball,
Year after year -
So dictates fashion.
How much to keep in the credit lists
That so tedious, especially in the morning
..Home!

But the day will come when everything starts first:
The world from the windows of lies and false stories of non-public.
You will build us the Palace of Sand and Fog
In this holiday indifferent persons.

Rave!
Turn off the light!
I would glad to throw a grenade in them,
But no! In the smoke cigarette,
So as not to die
I have a hurry on the air.
How many pushing
In this place,
What is so tedious
Especially in the morning.

But the day will come when everything starts first:
The world from the windows of lies and false
You will build us the Palace of Sand and Fog
On this holiday, in this holiday

I feel sick of fuss