Fair of Destinies

There was a queue for joy,
Miracles were sold there.
They even traded greed,
the goods left in half an hour.
Lovers could buy love,
If you have money, any whim!
Divorced people will buy freedom,
The vocalist pays for the laurels.

And at the soul market, at the fate fair,
Everything is for sale, choose one.
Someone will find happiness here.,
Someone will find paradise here.
And in the shower market, where there is noise and crush,
There are price tags on everything.
Only my conscience is dust on the counter,
They don't want her for nothing.

There were women behind the tenderness,
But what were they?! Straight ahead!
There's a big queue for looks,
A lot less is smart.
They sell arrogance there,
Men are good too –
They are for women's trust
They paid a pittance.

And at the soul market, at the fate fair,
Everything is for sale, choose one.
Someone will find happiness here.,
Someone will find paradise here.
And in the shower market, where there is noise and crush,
There are price tags on everything.
Only my conscience is dust on the counter,
They don't want her for nothing.

Mediocre people are chasing fame,
Talent is not a problem today.
There are evil predatory smiles
Behind someone's devoted shoulder.
There's a lot of noise and noise, people are buying there
Driver's licenses, diplomas, and cars.
They're pushing for hypocrisy...

And only for the conscience... nobody.
No one...
except for the conscience... nobody.