Текст песни neverь - Цирк

The masquerade in our life is not a fairy tale, each of us wears masks,
Drowning in lies, and playing the role, eyes are hidden behind the lenses ...
The antipode for everyone is easy to find, juggling money in a pack,
Life is a circus, where you don't go, you will see races on the roads ...
The media rotates the minds skillfully, the big top rides on foreign cars,
in cancer centers there are always pantomimes, and the clown laughs only under the brand name.
The whole life of a hard worker is a game with a hula hoop, want to see a circle of acrobats?
Then in the courtyards you will be welcomed by hugging the guys.
And now gentlemen, death number,
on a motorcycle 120 a daredevil rushes along the highway in winter,
sorry, an accident, it also happens ...
The ingenious stand-up on public transport will push his miniatures from the heart,
and somewhere in Malaysia, in a bank, an adventure began,
The jesters run the social networks, the military commissar will show you tricks with a rabbit,
and in the uni, there is a continuous circus of freaks, the athlete is not on, but under anabolic steroids.
Masters of Arab jumps conquer the hearts of weak-willed plebeians,
the authorities will show you a cannon shot, aiming the barrels at the disaffected.
In the church you will see the best menagerie, where people are raised, trained,
man is omnipotent, man-creator is good. and they will never understand.
And each of you is a fakir, then a jockey, who is a horseman, who is fatter, who is a rider,
sorry only for those narrow-minded people who leave our modest arena ...
As soon as problems hit all of you, we will see a typical cascade,
And the viewer will see only grotesque, and will laugh out of time ...
Those who restrain themselves in the circus do not give a damn, if only the faces that are all-inclusive,
For the rest, everyone, whip, hunger, cage, you are a rogue, they will bury their noses in the ground, sing along.
What do you say, the viewer, you run away from the hall, it has become creepy to look at the cripple,
The rest are laughing, can you blindfold? And we will open a mortgage for you ...
But you won't be able to leave, you must realize, the labyrinths of arenas, colosseums,
For the amusement of old women and HIV-infected, we grant a panacea.
All the girls in makeup, typical mimes, everything inside is shrouded in mystery,
Give them a couple of coins, they will reach the body open, but not to the vastness of endless thought.
Someone walks on a blade, someone on a tightrope, presenting their life as a clip,
But you are not patty phillip, and you will go to the ninth, the last circle of hell is open.
the last door ahead. I wouldn't leave the path. I can't find a way back ... a way out, I'm sorry ...
We are all under the dome, we are all tools, pull the string, only the doll would not curse,
Well-being, Spirals twisted, by a hair's breadth under the swords of Damocles.
In a puppet show, all the puppets, who are under the guise of knocking the stool from under my feet,
we will hang, the trumpet deafens, the verdict is announced, Do not remove the label!
In this Circus Game, you can survive under the mask, With a happy smile, bared grimace
Hiding under the guise, do not try to break, do not fill the bath, and do not think to open!
Forget about yourself, you are your role, and you stay not solved,
And perhaps then, you will go to the end, keep your I spotless, your I must be spotless !!!