Welcome ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the russian circus!
A place where your dreams won't come true...
Natasha from Saint Petersburg
She was a trapezist
Vladimir from Chernobil
He was a penguin-boy... singing!
Natasha flies under the lights
While Vladimir dies for her lips
Always hidden, always crying
on the shadows of his van
Because trapped in this body
Natasha'll never look at me
But this night I have a plan and
there's nothing that can fail
Because trapped in that body
Natasha'll never look at him
But this night he has a plan and
there's nothing that can fail
.. and there's nothing that can fail
Children are screaming!!!
What's this flying monster, mom?
Natasha tried to catch him
But his arms were too short!!!
And this is the sad story of our little penguin-boy!!!
Buaaaaah! buaaaaah! Oooooh!!! Poor little Vlady...
The penguin-boy
(Lyrics by D.Rodriguez)
A place where your dreams won't come true...
Natasha from Saint Petersburg
She was a trapezist
Vladimir from Chernobil
He was a penguin-boy... singing!
Natasha flies under the lights
While Vladimir dies for her lips
Always hidden, always crying
on the shadows of his van
Because trapped in this body
Natasha'll never look at me
But this night I have a plan and
there's nothing that can fail
Because trapped in that body
Natasha'll never look at him
But this night he has a plan and
there's nothing that can fail
.. and there's nothing that can fail
Children are screaming!!!
What's this flying monster, mom?
Natasha tried to catch him
But his arms were too short!!!
And this is the sad story of our little penguin-boy!!!
Buaaaaah! buaaaaah! Oooooh!!! Poor little Vlady...
The penguin-boy
(Lyrics by D.Rodriguez)