Song: The ballad of the little man

I do not believe the old man that we are responsible for everything,
The kids are dying - those are not these:
A little thought - even down the cliff -
And it is necessary to live, we must live beautifully!

Where's the money?
Where you gonna go?
You a half century each, and you still hope?

Price politely and thinly
Beep magician-trikotazhnykh, -
You with the equanimity of a dead man
Will turn inside out wallet.

You smile covers and dresses,
But firmly believe: amazing series.

And so on a small baked man,
I forget again to write on the check.

The people, the authorities do not haves!
Someone you with the evil census
Small, but the Almighty -
Dubbed the faceless crowd.