Everything comes to an end on call In the squalid theater scene Shingles carry up my longing Stuffy purple lilac.
I stand, hops and lonely As if a beggar on his cap And my favorite from her cheeks Macs color washes greasy rag.
I despise your art - What has my life to compare, say If someone played my role On the turntable fatal events On the turntable fatal events.
Where are you happy my double? You see, he took me with him, Because there is a strange old man Quarrels with the fate of the mirror.
I despise your art What has my life to compare, say If someone played my role On the turntable fatal events On the turntable fatal events.
The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ... The actor, the actor ...