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Smoke
The dog
The tail
Look over there

Smoke
The dog
The tail
Look over there

The old trick again
Of the smoke curtain
To move the focus to another place
Distract with vulgarities
Is the unmissable chapter
In the manual of handling

Let everyone look the other way
When there is a topic that is heated
Something banal that brings dispute
Cover the serious throwing fruit

To dazzle with something showy
Hiding dangerous matters
And let a trivial conversation take over the attention (oh, oh, oh)

Smoke
The dog
The tail
Look over there
(Oh, oh, oh)

Smoke
The dog
The tail
Look over there

We got used to stunning and intoxicating
To the beat of fascination
And we have been cornered by dogs with cut tails
That we see with resignation

Smoke that regules
Smoke to the tribune
That just entertains
Until it fades away

In the art of hide the scene
There's always someone sharpening the scissors
And like yesterday, just like today
Nothinf new under the Sun (oh, oh oh)

Ik the diary
In the photo (the dog)
In the TV
In the meme (the dog)
In the gem (the dog)
In the verse (the dog)
In the clothes (the dog)
In the soup

There are already so many that it is too much
That any day seems like a strange day to us
If nobody hears around some howl of pain

Smoke
The dog
The tail
Look over there
(Oh, oh, oh)

Smoke
The dog
The tail
Look over there
Look over there (look over there)
Look over there