Текст песни Елена Войнаровская, Алексей Гладушевский - Куклы

Under the painted clouds
in the trees
paper,
There is a show of plaster dolls -
beautiful
and scary:
Pierrot,
harlequins and clowns,
cover
the voids are bewitched.

Someone is leading
this creepy performance
hiding
behind the screen,
And directs
replicas, sighs,
grimaces,
antics,
Pauses
between happiness and torment,
hiding in the shadows
trained dolls.

Ash snow from the sky
And the stage is on fire
Faces are stained with tears
and cheap makeup.
Scarlet velvet curtain
engaged in hellfire ...
But no matter what,
the show continues!

Spilled like molasses
sweet lie
in crystal
ampoules.
Shattering glass with a plaster forehead
broadcast
somnambulists,
shouting something,
But in fact, they are dumb!
Instead of reason
they have microcircuits!

In their morning coffee
added arsenic
in medicinal
doses -
They are still long
will broadcast
and sing under
hypnosis.
They
traded freedom
on gold
puppeteer leash!

The reprise dragged on
with clockwork,
Mixed red with black
in the shuffle deck.
And the stage is on fire
but the dolls, as if in a dream,
repeat movements
behind the mad puppeteer!

One day destiny
these plaster ghosts
will be broken
And they will
dusty trash
in the closet with props.
Well, for now
He conjures behind a screen
Dolls play
how obsessed!

Ash snow from the sky
And the stage is on fire
Lapels stained with soot
and cheap makeup.
Scarlet velvet curtain
turned into a blue flame ...
But no matter what,
the show continues ...
the show continues ...
the show continues!