Текст песни Дмитрий Ляляев - Последняя роль

The director told me that my way out - the last ,
And , biting her lip till the blood ,
To the delight of the crowd on a hot day this summer
I conclude my destiny.

Errors in the way I received death threats
How knowingly false password .
It should be left to walk , well, I was just right -
What a miserable , bitter role!

I 'm not worth a penny in artistic troupe ,
From an early age are not trained to lie.
Less useful in vivo than find in my corpse
These dogs need so believe .

The old story of the play so beaten and area,
That sometimes evokes nostalgia :
Rogue on the throne as hell ruthless ,
And on the block - a folk hero .

Ax at the ready , and thundering drums,
And the people tormented with expectation .
How not to cry out to all of them that are silent, like sheep :
& quot; you would have experienced it yourself ! & quot;

But poorly written script of the drama
There is no such line , the life of me !
Do not hide the yawning gentlemen and ladies -
That for them this miserable plebeian .

I left to go so terribly low:
Three steps on the block - and darkness .
In the hall of audience eagerly listened to the final
And were satisfied very .

And to my mind , be cut off with an ax ,
Put a crown of thorns.
Gossip relish the soul doomed
And about the natural end .

Although urine , even cry , but attempts are priceless
Remember what is not said.
So , like others, I leave the stage,
Do not look to her in the auditorium.