Каста - Кукловод
текст песни

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Hey! Come to an honest people!
Everyone is lucky today!
You are poor or rich
Keep your luck by the tail!

Laughter, noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse.
The third day is a holiday on the fair square.
People are involved in a crazy mixture,
They are the owners of desires here.

The invisible hands of the master pull the threads.
Reviving dolls, collecting spectators
Closer to the stage, instead of which a round chest,
Under a layer of dust, signs, felts of letters are barely visible.
The face hides the hood, he says the dark.
Poke a finger, like a foreigner,
From there, from the south. There may be a Caucasian.
Although people did not often get to these places.
Soon the week will be like northern water
They brought his ship to our shallows.
Skillful, slightly noticeable movements
He conveys feelings to puppets.
Without tension. Around the delight,
Wave, fear, everything is in his hands.
My God, the dolls seemed to come to life by someone's will,
Each vote has according to her role.
Male, female, kind, flattering,
It sounds so natural.
Close circles surrounded this action,
Locals are looking with amazement of the Lord.
Where doll faces flash,
They seem to someone friends as if.
Coins fly into the old chest.
Only explosions of laughter are heard to the master,
Noise of applause, from swear words
The palms are covered with their ears to children.

Noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse.
The third day is a holiday on the fair square.
People are involved in a crazy mixture,
They are the owners of desires here.

Slow recitative,
With a lyrical motive,
I pronounce an ancient spell.
I instill my soul into a doll
Blindly performing any orders.
As a result of magical knowledge
Stolen in sources
Secret acultive writing.
The thief is caught and will hang
On a leash, chained in the hands of the law.
With a fatal ritual with punishment.
In the mind of guise
I keep similarity without distinction
With those who are already resting
In the dead bed, giving him the honor of decency.

I will sharpen my soul in the image of a puppet,
Like a bird in a cage.
Now my humble children
Play in different genres,
Accurately performing artists,
Tragic, comedians, comedians.
Under the onslaught of the movements of the hand
Hidden from prying eyes,
They cite the audience
Similar to them in ecstasy,
Idiotically putting on a show
All of baseness and dirt.
During the performance every time
Each time a crazy crowd.
Black
I pierce the sneaky
A penetrating look
Standing nearby spectators observing
With a mockery at my performance.
And now they are, as always, arrogant
Proud, too important dissolved
Girls with pleasant berths smartened,
I see them all on the threads hanging.
Further on the main gathering
There is still a guy
On the face of the confidence of the excess.
Directly the prince of this world
Plunges his dirty deeds,
Golden sparkles,
The visual generosity of relatives
In relation to the son.
I came up with a child’s childbirth for the night
Blacksnik.
At the end, the good king wins
This predator.
Here in my hand is a new plastic doll
Mock grimace.
A green piece of paper sticks out of her pocket,
Look at the copy of the poor thing yesterday.
What is happening leads to me in surprise
Around enthusiastic exclamations,
The same images do not have the audience
Suspicive
And expression does not change in their faces.
In the other hand, a nondescript figure appears,
The doll according to the script moves,
Sparkles the blade, the knife cuts the throat,
The character of papier-masha remains alive.
I hear cats scraping
To an alarming accompaniment,
A romantic plot is on the stage,
To him an epi in the heading of the morning newspapers ...

On stage, the detective plot is in full swing,
Changing the comedic reaches the extreme.
The hop crowd echoes actors
Comary screams are no worse than in the bazaar.
Two puppets in the center of attention,
It seems like in the office, with different titles.
One in civilian, see the boss,
Another in the shape of a cop receives knowledge.
-You took me out!- yells at the young,
Without stopping