Технология Шутник

This is not a game
Think of yesterday
How this little girl
Felt no fear at all
Blade is in her hand
Voice from distant land
And a final smile
Just before the fall

Blood pounds in his head
Just one step ahead
He could not endure
His first love's cruel weight
Someone didn't speak
Turned away their cheek
Now he's looking down
Tempted by his fate

I don't say that there's no God above
But who can know it –
Why He plays with us so cruelly
Laughing as He throws it?
I believe that God is just a jester
When He comes to take me
I will see Him laughing at us all
He sees everything

God, please tell me why
When we're barely high
As a fifteen-year
You would make us fall?
What will you tell her
When you finally confer
In a day or two
Up beyond the wall?

I don't say that there's no God above
But who can know it –
Why He plays with us so cruelly
Laughing as He throws it?
I believe that God is just a jester
When He comes to take me
I will see Him laughing at us all
He sees everything

I don't say that there's no God above
But who can know it –
Why He plays with us so cruelly
Laughing as He throws it?
I believe that God is just a jester
When He comes to take me
I will see Him laughing at us all
He sees everything