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The masquerade in our life is not a fairy tale, each of us wears masks,

Drowning in the lies, and playing roles, eyes hide behind the lenses ...

Antipodes for everyone just find, juggling money in a pack,

Life is a circus, where you do not go, you will see jumps on the roads ...

The media rotates the consciousness of art, Shapito rummages at foreign cars,

In oncological centers there is always pantomime, and the clown laughs only under the brand.

The whole life of the hard workers is a game with Hulahup, want to see a circle of acrobats?

Then in the yards you will be a reception, hugging the guys hugging you.

And now gentlemen, a deadly number,

On a motorcycle 120, a daredevil is rushing along the highway,

Sorry, an accident, it happens and so ...

The ingenious stand -in in public transport will pushing his miniate from the heart,

And somewhere in Malazia in the bank the adventure began,

The jesters are filled in social networks, the military man will show you tricks with a rabbit,

And in universities a solid circus of freaks, the athlete is not on, but under the anabolics.

Masters of Arab jumps conquer the hearts of the plebeians of the limp,

The authorities will show you a shot from guns, directing the trunks in the dissatisfied.

In the church you will see the best menagerie where people are raised, trained,

A man is omnipotent, a person who is a trap of goods. But they will never understand.

And each of you is the fakir, then the jockey who is jigit, who is fatter, who is a nonsense,

It is a pity only those nearby people who leave our modest arena ...

As soon as the problems come to all of you, we will see a typical cascade,

And the viewer will see only a grotesque, and he will not laugh to the beat ...

Stiffing in the circus for everything does not give a damn, would be facing, which is all -like,

The rest of all, the crunken, hunger, cage, you rogue, burns in the ground with your nose, chuckle.

What do you say, you run away from the audience, it began to look terribly at the cripple,

The rest are laughing, can you blindfold? And we will open a mortgage for you ...

But you can’t leave, you must realize, labyrinths of the arenas, colizes,

On the fun of the old women, and HIV-infected, we grant a panacea.

All the girls are in makeup, typical Mima, inside everything is shrouded in mystery,

Give them a couple of coins, the pre -Supreme to the body is open, but not to the spaciousness of thoughts is endless.

Someone walks along the blade, who is on the rope, presenting his life as a clip,

But you are not Patti Phillip, and you will go to the ninth, the last circle of hell is open.

The last door is ahead. I would not go back from the path, I couldn’t find the way ... Exit, I'm sorry ...

We are all under the dome, we are all guns, twitching for the thread, only I would not curse,

Blessed, twisted with spirals, on a hair under the swords of Damoklov.

In a puppet show, all the puppets, who under the mask of the fact that will knock me a stool with under my feet,

We will hang, stunes the pipe, announces the verdict, do not take off the label!

In this circus-game, you can survive under a mask, with a happily smile, grinning grimace

Under the guise hiding, do not try to break, do not fill the bath, and do not think to open!

Forget to yourself, you are your role, and you stay not guided,

And perhaps then, you will go to the end, save your self, unsyted, I must be unsuccessful !!!