И лишь хозяин считает прибыль Пожар сулит денжищ миллионы Где бы и кем с тобою мы ни были Каждый из нас теперь пахнет паленым
В дыму да панике толпится публика Кнуты да пряники с дырой от бублика Хозяева жизни коптят миллионы Все вокруг теперь пахнет паленым The circus of our lives is noisy, a farce. Whether you're a spectator or an actor. The decibels weigh equally on everyone. Beating the carpet with rhythm.
The footlights heat up, the lights flicker. And the gymnast is already in a somersault. Horses buck, and ponies rush. There's no room here for melancholy and sadness.
A sweet clown and a spiteful clown. They swapped faces during the intermission. This is the time of "color revolutions." It lashes our cheeks with its events.
A countless pack of trained rats. It gnaws at a carefree lion. The Bandar-logs buzz, dreaming of power. The beasts no longer have a king!
The audience crowds in smoke and panic. Whips and gingerbread with a hole in the doughnut. Mothers scream, children weep. There's no one more miserable in the whole world!
The bustle of behind-the-scenes intrigue Turned into an unexpected fire The circus is burning! The circus is burning! Beauty! After all, the tent is insured for a reason!
And only the owner is counting the profits A fire promises millions of dollars Wherever and whoever we are Each of us now smells like something's burning
The crowd crowds in smoke and panic Carrots and sticks with a hole in the donut The masters of life are smoking millions Everything around now smells like something's burning