Отдел Кадров - Бу-495
текст песни

These are just sketches from the brain of some Pinocchio
In the stinking swamps of the capital, everything was covered with brown mud
Papa Carlo unable to control his instrument
Didn't make me exactly what he wanted
My body geometry didn't quite match the template
In this form I went outside the old house
Dad was completely naked
There's snow and blizzards outside today
He ordered me to get a couple of jackets and some kind of potion
Sticking out his long nose
Beyond my father's house
The acrid smell of Moscow streets pierced my nostrils
There were rumors
In the puppet theater that is on Taganka
A local aborigine lives
His beard touches his slippers
Several buttons typing on my wooden finger
Uber has arrived
The log plunged into the interior of the Hyundai Salaris.
The road along the local highways was not easy
The coachman's Belomor gently settled in my wooden lungs
My resinous body got a little seasick in traffic jams
I threw 5 gold to the driver on the savings card
I got out of some garbage dump and there was a skinned poodle lying around.
Artemon greedily chewed on someone's morning pudding
There was a girl with blue hair on Tinder
This morning she kicked her beloved dog out of the house
I took a step towards the center
I urgently need a director
My sandals entered the front door of the sect

I closed the page of the book and this fairy tale told me
Didn’t give me rest, didn’t let me enjoy the viscous plot,
There's 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 the old page, the letters were intertwined into words,
A Winston bull was smoldering in the jar.
Fairy tale or true story, everything was covered with dust, my world beckoned me, winked at me, said everything will be ok, look



Karabas was not quite the same as his dad described it
Sludge oozed from his mustache
The floor of the lobby was dripping with saliva
When you see it, the valve involuntarily relaxes
At the sight of such horror
Even wood gets stains
My voice was shaking
I felt 5 gold pieces in my pocket
I forgot about the jackets, I forgot about the treasure that is buried somewhere
I forgot my name
Just some kind of stump
I want to perform in your theater you vile bastard
Where did the fox go?
Where is Basilio the cat?
The bearded man evaded my questions so cunningly
He pretended to be his deputy.director
I pawned the leeches in a pawn shop at high interest rates and now there are no more bets.
Old bitch Tartila
Still stuck in quarantine
Accounting stood up
The theater has not made a profit for a long time
Hold your sting my son
I knew your old man
When we were kids, we drank water from the same spring together.
Afterwards we extracted metal from one mine
Afterwards they carried stones somewhere in Siberia in shackles
Your dad was a relentless woodworker
Origami made of pine or oak
It was his proven business
Finally, I would like to note one nuance
It’s not easy that brought you here, use this chance
No wonder the log man was nicknamed Pinocchio.
On Moscow's dirty streets
Everything was covered with brown mud




I closed the page of the book and this fairy tale told me
Didn’t give me rest, didn’t let me enjoy the viscous plot,
There's 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 the old page, the letters were intertwined into words,
A Winston bull was smoldering in the jar.
Fairy tale or true story, everything was covered with dust, my world beckoned me, winked at me, said everything will be ok, look.

I’ll go on a spree from the stage now, won’t I?
Ra- strike me with thunder, what a damn performance
T-type spectators seem to be here, but how so
But-but they didn’t recognize the wooden brother