Текст песни Лора Московская - Ведьма - Хамелеон

On a small, narrow path
More often, alarming, forest,
Treading, now boldly, now timidly,
The menagerie of men passes by.
You will see a giant wolf
And death in vertical pupils ...
A Piece of Superior Silk
In the hands of the sly fox.
You will see blurry shadows
Someone who does not go into the template.
Alien masks, windy captive -
Chameleon.
He tinkles with a tit,
Hunts among the animals
He flips the pages with the wind
Romanov and calendars.
He measures different faces
Changes habits and become.
In a prison room - a killer
And in the temple is grace itself.
In the stream of earthly transformations,
Not knowing where is reality, but where is dream,
He himself is a dumbass and a genius -
Chameleon.
Knows how to fly and not fall
But it can hang in delirium.
And in a flock of croak lovers
He will be the first to bring trouble.
Madonna with the smile of Gioconda,
Tired of dozens of husbands
Carries through the shaky years
A collection of all types.
Changes its shell
Spitting on the universal law.
He's damned to be a loner -
Chameleon.
It's black on a black background
One of the stones of the pavement,
Blind sheep in Babylon
Fanatic on the front lines.
And the skins crunch underfoot
Flowing down from the palette of colors
He plays with the gods again.
Matter is torn by vanity.
He's his own wicked reward
Not a songbird, not an elephant.
Servant of his masquerade -
Chameleon.