Текст песни Дарик Сториков - Последнее шоу кукловода

black yarn on her hands
motion symmetrically to each other - the two of us
execute deadly numbers, they clap
not alive, and not able to die

me something dry and shirt
not hem - not a real collar
and your dress made of paper
lose color, kidnapped weekdays

last number goes out the glare of the arena
and we are in the middle, so scared to go forward
Our eyes do not know where we are from birth
and these children we see every their

I gently put it to you flowers
you turn away and will not take
What a pity that we are puppets thee
and we can not, at the request of the form to choose

you put on a show
this is the last show for us
today bright dolls
pylitsa and tomorrow in the dressing room on a shelf

remove the people's eyes
and if you could, I told
as I love the show
puppet whose beads for eyes

buttons, fabric and stripes shoe shine flavor
all smiles, I'm not happy without emotion
Today her stand where the center of people
and tomorrow without meaning to perish in the dust of the dark

hey puppeteer, your money will not save heartless
abandoning the dream of the basket, both soul razobosh
and I used those smiles are close
though I am inside the fat, but not able to lie

say nothing, and the ugly jumping hands
she looked at me eternally sad
but what am I? I can not solve the problem Zai
the idea that we will not be plagued by the same

screen gently closes the ends
We collect funny puppeteer
They lay down in the box and are somewhere
close your eyes, and indulges in free flight

you put on a show
this is the last show for us
today bright dolls
pylitsa and tomorrow in the dressing room on a shelf

remove the people's eyes
and if you could, I told
as I love the show
puppet whose beads for eyes