A113 - Кукловод
текст песни

I fell through hundreds of crooked mirrors
With stars in the embroidery
My dance is finished, the path is gone
No longer shines in darkness
Ashes in faded rays
Snow in my dreams
Dirt flows on the fingers
Sand expires in the clock
I take a step laughing

Through the views of empty indifferent eyes
Go while there are strength
Time not to survive any of us
But you are not like this flattery
Wind Hot impulse
Dry black soil
Dirt flows on the fingers
All meanings have long been burned
Take a step laughing

I see that the threads are sewn up
In my body bone
And how many years I woven behind me
A half -dead puppeteer
Stopping for a long time to the meat of the legs
He howls somewhere behind
Stop madman, give up
What you are looking for not to find
I have never seen the goal
Only signs

Wandered past a cheap panel
Your generation

(author Yegor Kuvaldin)