Текст песни вБЕНЗИНЕестьОБЛАКА - Макиавелли

crazy blue winter sky
forced me to go out, breathe the air ,
buy beer , custard bread.
sat on the bench and suddenly hit like an ax :
came up to me a rather strange man ,
was dressed neatly , slightly resembled a head of security .
And at once he began to speak as if we were sitting here for ages .
& quot; Hello! I street philosopher Niccolo Machiavelli .
I can you tell a lot about a vicious act of power,
And yet to reveal the secret of world domination fishing gear.
Although my friend Tommaso opposes my ideas
But I must confess I honestly do not believe him ,
After all, he seriously believes that humans descended from pygmies .
That's my neighbor with a strange name Locke
Says that with pygmy pygmy could not agree .
Could not create a state to come up with the money and the police.
But Tommaso laughed to tears and advised to study, study and study again .
And I think that people did not happen ! People were born !
But lasted a very short time ,
Then MCSD and drank themselves
And turned into a primitive tribe .
And since then, I can not live in peace ,
Now comes the rocks and survive .
Do not give me peace love
Causing a weak finish .
About a month ago, I visited a childhood friend of Jason ,
And the story of his croaked in the best traditions of Tom Waits :
& quot; You know , Niccolo , I'm tired of killing ,
I became increasingly began to think about the eternal ,
Began to forget what it looks like his mother .
Recently brutally murdered sixteen students
But no one came to look for them .
Terms of the crisis in the news .
Maniacs loony they do not care .
I even tried to quit, Niccolo
Wanted to buy a house with a small garden .
a profession , to finish school ,
to have a hamster called his Vadik .
I decided to go to the bank to issue the credit ,
But the guards would not let me inside .
And you know , when I was someone angry
He fully recognizes the power of the dark side of force.
I killed all the bankers burned bank and come to you .
I do not know what to do next . I'm tired .
This train is on fire ... & quot;
This is the last thing he said.
Then he took a sip of vodka and jumped out the window.
I jumped in after him, but did not catch up .
He fell to the concrete, and I'm in a tank with by shit .
Since then I have being in the streets ,
Pester passers-by unfamiliar .
Sometimes it turns out to talk to them ,
Sometimes give money , sometimes in the face .
But in general, nothing to complain about ,
But nothing to admire.
Well, there are people such as you ,
You can safely communicate.
No need to shout about the rule of fishing gear ,
To talk about the vicious actions of the authorities .
Listen, you will certainly need to go to Thomas Aquinas .
He works in a nearby street ,
The one who asks to behead the Pope.
So, he excellently prepares chicken.
Or maybe you'd better prisoedinitsyak our company?
Would call a Mahatma Gandhi
And you will be to convince all that are suffering gambling .
Though forgive me for lack of tact .
Do you in fact have a life , their views, ambitions.
It is foolish to follow the advice of a madman ,
Hiding in the trash cans from the police.
Once again, I am sorry, I understand everything ,
Perhaps I 'll go , I was talking something.
I Machiavelli. I go over the edge.
I will build a better revolution in Kyoto . & Quot;

I sat for another forty minutes.
Finished his beer and went home .
From the window , I watched as a large crowd chased Niccolo , screaming :
& quot; Stop thief ! & quot;
& quot; Halt ! & quot;

& quot; He ran for a long time , gracefully jumping puddles
Holding a box with hooks and rods armful .
But the mob caught up with him and began to iron boots ... & quot;
Here Thomas stopped and took off his hat ...