How beautiful and stupid this world is:
A new idol appears -
On the pages of magazines, in movies
There is no escape from it.
Fascinates young people,
He lets the crowd run wild,
From the disco stage " encore”
Makes his cruise.
After all, this is tinsel and props -
They throw dust in the eyes, caress the ears.
Without Ecstasy, it′s just your euphoria.
Wipe your eyes quickly, listen better!
Obeying a sudden wave,
Overwhelmed your mind from the outside,
Rushing to see the idol in reality,
You will run into a rock in the dark.
The decibels of the speakers are tearing up,
Kilowatts of Jupiter burn.
But art requires sacrifices:
the myth is alive, but the idol is dead.