Mad Waltz — is one-two-three, one-two-three, it's tiki-tak, tiki-tak, it's ahaha, rrr and aaaaa!
You know, sometimes you go by bus, not for the first time, not for the hundredth, and even probably not for the thousandth. Ordinary way to home. And you think just by chance that culture, art and other things related to sensuality are an atavism of the past.
And then you find yourself in nuthouse, just by chance, leaving behind a trace of lost acquaintances and disappointed relatives.
Just like that. So, look, it's simple, one-two-three, one-two-three. Goodbye, this is my stop.