умер шут, он воровал минуты
All my troubles, all my pain
Stems from this thing that you call a "brain"
Be my guest, sever me from the source
Of all my agony

What a shame, I've forgotten my name
Without the use of my brain and
"My, bet I'll sleep well tonight!"
Without this head of mine

(Voltaire - The Headless Waltz)

@темы: lyrics, daily survival