Текст песни
Made of pine, a curious design
A story's waiting, for a sign
Woke to life with painted eyes so wide
Strings all gone, but something pulls inside
Just a puppet, carved from ageless tree
Don't know my name, don't know how to be free
A little beat starts in my wooden chest
Putting all my courage to the test
The city hums, a low and tempting tune
Underneath the paper-painted moon
Met a cat, a fox with cunning smile
Promised gold, but tricked me for a while
Chasing coins inside a foolish field
Every lesson is a truth revealed
Oh, they call me Buratino, nose is long and getting longer
With a heart of wood that's beating, getting stronger, stronger, stronger
In this crazy puppet theater, I am searching for the answer
The golden key to unlock the dream, I'm a lonely, frantic dancer
Learned that trust is fragile, easily it breaks
Every lie I tell, a new mistake
My wooden nose, it stretches to the sky
A living proof I can't escape the lie
Am I just a toy for someone's game?
Will I ever have a real name?
Deep inside this splintered, wooden frame
A spark of hope is whispering like a flame
The golden key
The key
To set me free
