Текст песни Макс Прут - Про лис

In my career there was a peak, I was taken upstairs,
I was admitted to such places,
That not everyone, who considers himself a President,
Can get there.
From the nobility of the gentlemen and the radiance of the ladies,
His eyes watered and plucked in his nose,
In dull delight, I froze, but then suddenly
With a glass in my paws, I met a fox!

And I said - oh, shit! I said - Goth Goin!
Infection in broad daylight!
An accumulation of fleas and a bag of allergens
He walks past me!
But the fox laughed, flashing his eyes,
And inserting a monocle in the eye,
He so deepened my break in the template,
What I hear is like now:

You are furious, you are cunning, you are trying to go upstairs,
Having reached the top you fall down,
But when, after falling off, you look at the sky,
You see foxes in it.
You are lucky to find what you need
Although not seeking the goals sought,
The realization that in the visible part of the universe,
Foxes have long ruled the ball!

There is no need to search for a portable sense,
About cunning people, and then,
The conversation here is about, indeed, the fox,
With ears and a red tail.
These foxes are all doing business on earth,
Centuries pass centuries,
Assigning dictators, and kings,
Presidents and kolobok.

And I said - oh, shit! I said - Goth Goin!
Enlightenment descended upon me!
The answer to questions that are meaningless
And the meaning is among the white day!
And the fox laughed, flashing his eyes,
Waved his tail and disappeared,
Going to the astral plane, or maybe into space,
Or maybe just in the woods ...

You are furious, you are cunning, you are trying to go upstairs,
Having reached the top you fall down,
But when, after falling off, you look at the sky,
You see foxes in it.
You are lucky to find what you need
Although not seeking the goals sought,
The realization that in the visible part of the universe,
Foxes have long ruled the ball!

I have now become different, I am calm and wise,
I build a business in the daytime,
I am for a world without enmity, my competitors
The foxes ate their noses at night.
The winter night descends on the capital
Oh, I've been waiting for this hour,
To me today again the tribunal of the red foxes
The execution was given

I say - oh, shit! I say - May Goth!
My goal is perfectly visible-
From Fox's fur a new fur coat
She put it on the tavern!
And I'll laugh and scintillate,
Under the eye of the red star,
And quietly disappear, in the snow before dawn,
The fox will hide the tracks ...

You fought, cunning, tried to go upstairs,
And now with the top you fall down!
But when, after falling off, you look at the sky,
You see foxes in it.
You are lucky to find what you need:
Foxes cunning grin!
And knowing that in the visible part of the universe,
Foxes have long ruled the ball!