Lyrics Канцлер Ги - Гофман

You put the last point,
Weaving a fairy tale in the moonlight.
You happily graduated from it -
So that the children do not cry at night,
Only someone will drop the candle
And a dozen pages will whiten:
There are those who remember exactly,
How everything was in reality

And the pen will take someone else's hands,
Write yourself a right
Chronicle of someone else's anguish and anguish,
Pour the truth bitter poison.
The doors of the underworld are half-
Angels are trampled by horses,
And the story of the famous New Year
It is rewritten in gray shadows.

You're standing on the mantelpiece,
Looking at the floor like an empty well;
Reflection in the glass fragment -
Ugly-funny freak.
You're in the shade of a green fir,
You are a tool of human fun:
You serve for the simplest purpose -
To children to prick nuts.

Once upon a time you were a girl's dream,
Once upon a time you were a fine prince -
The disgusting present guise
You owe the gray, evil rats.
Accursed by the rat queen,
Doomed to become a toy forever,
You look without pain and without anger
Through half-closed eyelids

Late at night, hearing a rustle,
People are frightened in fright,
And the ominous premonitions heap
He presents it to you on a platter,
As a servant of the bad, a memory,
What sits in the corners of the brain,
To remember to force you,
How everything will be - it will be simple:

That's why they are striking midnight on the tower
In the New Year, the chimes are so ominous:
There is no one to call you to help -
After all, toys are just things!
Do not expect a saving miracle -
Let the chest of grief become cramped:
Help will not be out of nowhere -
At night your princess died ...

You are gnawed and broken,
Mixed in the bloody chalk ...
The rats remember, O Master Hofmann,
How it was really ...