Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Ключ

Each recorded illusionist
Hunts for me, like a miracle of the century.
Every sniper because of the corners and from the roofs
Red is directed at me by a ray.

I am a magical little mechanism
In the body of an iron lumberjack.
You will see a well in the middle -
Just double-rotate the key.

And you will hear my crying and ringing,
As if in an empty factory house,
The music of water, the music of fire.
Just turn, and I'll live.

But even if it's just a dream -
An ordinary dream, and nothing else -
Do not forget to wind me up.
Do not forget to wind up.

I'm a paper little Don Quixote
Have a cardboard mill-giant.
The sun from the foil screwing up the redhead
Because of the black and white newspaper clouds.

Someone put me in this dream
In the house of glue and plasticine.
If you guess my door -
Just double-rotate the key.

And the red summer in my soul,
And white winter - on my skin.
Something says, says in me -
Music of water, music of fire.

But this is only papier-mache
Papier-mache and nothing more.
Do not forget me in this dream.
Do not forget me.