Ballet Of The Cripple - Kayak

The one-legged ballerina threw the crowd into a rapture

Her pirouttes made people talk about it ever after

The painter and his guide dog make their millions by deception

Their audience is mute, you know belief allows no questions

Once every year

It s easy to hear

The fair is in town

And the crowd will come down

It s all right just as long as emptiness hides behind slogans

While afterwards the promises they don t even seem broken

No arguments make blind men see, it s more than their retina

But I don t really care — let them adore their ballerina

Fairs dare to show attractions so crazy

Cheers after bows like cheers when you re hazy

Have a good time and see others smile

Be heedless of mime, just happy for some time