Текст песни Отдел Кадров - Бу-495

These are just sketches from the brain of some Pinocchio
In the stinking swamps of the capital, everything was covered in brown mud
Papa Carlo, unable to master his instrument,
Made me not quite the way he wanted
The geometry of my body didn't quite match the template
In this state, I walked outside the old house
Papa was completely naked
Today there was snow and blizzards outside
He ordered me to get a couple of jackets and some kind of potion
Sticking out my long nose
Outside my parental home
The pungent smell of Moscow streets bit into my nostrils
Rumors circulated
In the puppet theater on Taganka
A local aborigine lives
His beard rests on his slippers
My wooden finger pressed a few buttons
Uber pulled up
A log was loaded into the Hyundai Solaris
The road along the local highways was not easy
The driver's Belomor gently settled in my Wooden lungs
My resinous body felt a little seasick in the traffic jams
I tossed 5 gold coins onto the driver's Sberbank card
I emerged from a dumpster, where a tattered poodle lay.
Artemon was greedily chewing someone's morning pudding.
There was a girl with blue hair on Tinder.
That morning, she kicked her beloved dog out of the house.
I took a step toward the center.
I urgently need the director.
My sandals penetrated the sect's front door.

I closed the page of the book, and this fairy tale haunted me.
It didn't let me rest, it didn't let me enjoy the viscous plot.
Danger on every corner.
But still, the world is so beautiful.
The lights went out, it was midnight, and I followed them.
I opened the page of the book, on an old page, the letters intertwined into words.
A "Winston" cigarette butt smoldered in the can.
Fairy tale or reality, everything was covered in dust. My world beckoned me, winked, and spoke to me. Everything will be okay, look.

Karabas wasn't quite like his dad described.
Slime oozed from his mustache.
The lobby floor was dripping with drool.
At the sight of him, a valve involuntarily relaxes.
At the sight of such horror,
Even stains appear on the wood.
My voice trembled.
I felt 5 gold coins in my pocket.
I forgot about the jackets, I forgot about the treasure buried somewhere.
I forgot my name.
Just some stump.
I want to perform in your theater, you vile bastard.
Where did the fox go?
Where is Basilio the cat?
The bearded man slyly dodged my questions.
Pretended that his deputy director...
Pawned leeches at a high interest rate, and now there are no more bets. Old bitch Tartila
Still hanging in quarantine
Accounting has stopped,
The theater hasn't made a profit for a long time
Hold your sting, my son
I knew your old man
As children, we drank water from the same spring together
Later, we mined metal from the same mine
Later, we hauled stones somewhere in Siberia in shackles
Your dad was a relentless woodworker
Origami from pine or oak
Was his tried and true business
Finally, I'd like to point out one detail
You were brought here by some evil spirit, take advantage of this chance
No wonder they called the man made of a log Pinocchio
On Moscow's dirty streets
Everything was covered in brown mud

I closed the page of the book, and this fairy tale haunted me
It didn't give me peace, it didn't let me enjoy the viscous plot,
Danger on every corner,
But still, the world is so beautiful
Fade Lights, it was midnight, and I followed them.
I opened the page of a book, on an old page, the letters wove into words.
A cigarette butt of "Winston" was smoldering in the jar.
Fairy tale or reality? Everything was covered in dust. My world beckoned, winked at me, saying everything would be okay, look.

I'll be partying from the stage now, won't I?

Blast me, what the hell kind of performance is this?
The audience seemed to be there, but how could it be?
But—but they didn't recognize the wooden brother.