Фрэнки шоу - Монолог о свободе. Часть 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Tell me, don't you feel that around all ordinary, and you are special? Remember when in my childhood you thought that your parents are non-real parents, and you are some kind of prince or flew from space? And you constantly accompanied the feeling that this is what something happens and will reveal the truth? It's true that you are the most important thing that there is on earth ... and soon people will come to come to you, greet, stretch your hands, greedily catching every word you have said ... You, of course, all these honors for nothing ... But nice When everyone around knows who you really are. But the time goes ... It doesn't open, and you, an alien prince, live in deep conspiracy, but the feeling that you are a hero of some grandiose film, where everything is lined up for you does not leave, right? It will not leave. Because it is - a sense of reality, such as it should be at an adequate person. Slices of other people's conversations, advertising pictures, headlines in the media - everything is developing into some kind of single puzzle, in the center of which - you! And how not to feel elected here? Only Creatin will argue the opposite! And here he is - I, this fortune! And I tell you: You are inaden! You are an outstanding "nothing special", the brightest representative "so-so", Mr. "Everybody", argue?! Think: What did you do that you have changed the world forever? Here Edison came up with a light bulb, Cryanonets - Wheel, Buddha - Nirvana. There are many people in the world who have made things that we do not just use are key to civilization things. Remove them - and everything collapses! Try to imagine the world in which there is no electric light! There are no light bulbs in the entrances, everywhere Nassano, people with torches walk through the streets; And the phrase "the city burned by evening lights" means not at all what today. Fine? Now imagine that our civilization did not think to the wheel! What will happen? Gasoline sledges with turbocharging, horses, hydrosaps or humanity will begin to settle down not on the surface of the planet, but deep into it. And there is no bulbs, only torches. And under the ground oil and outdoor fire. Well, how, is the picture? So people who have done something really important with a big stretch can still be called favorites. But you, sorry. What are you doing here? Not now and in general - on earth? What is your mission elected? What is the mission there. What do you do this to at least somehow justify your presence on earth? Let's look in your life traces of the Great. So you woke up. I remembered who you are and what you need to do today, in a quiet horror you lie next ... You look at the clock - Yeah, began to be late. Get up, you make your big things in the bathroom, and you try not to meet with you with you, because you and you know everything you want to say. Skandals in the morning you do not need. And that's it. The time that belongs to you ended. You are in the office, the man is reasonable, the crown of nature, the child of the gods and the balovd of fate. Look - as majestically you fasten the stapler important pieces of paper! How meaningfully driven the numbers and letters into spreadsheets. But your divine nature does not fit in the close frame of a sad office! .. You are selected for some ridiculous suggestions, reports, presentations while the whole world, hopping breathing, relies only on you! You feel all the pitiful absurd of what you do, and soon discontent grows into an existential riot, riot, riot! BU-U-CNT !! You stop work and get up because of the table - quite miserable pins and numbers! After all, you are God !!! You decisively go to the coffee maker and pour yourself a coffee, you are God, everything is to hell! The coffee flower is poured into a paper cup, nicely burning the hand with warmth, and the nose aroma. You look thoughtfully near the coffee machine and strain all your curves of the brainwatch * drinks coffee * a sip, one more ... everything is normalized ... the riot gradually subsides ... And with the last sip of coffee, the spells are already dispelled ... And you seed to your throne ... Forward - For beaks and numbers. The whole world was waiting for you exactly. And what else to take you? ..