Текст песни
(Intro - Медленное, шикарное фортепианное вступление, тихий щелчок пальцами)
(Verse 1 - Голос мягкий, вкрадчивый)
You see my suit, my tie, my perfect smile,
You think I'm just a clerk who loves to file.
But every number in my golden book,
Is one more soul I've skillfully hooked.
Your little purple friend, he's obsolete,
His dusty methods can't compete.
(Chorus - Вступает тихий контрабас, голос становится чуть громче, но всё ещё очень плавный)
I'm writing your future in my golden ledger,
A work of art, a fiscal treasure.
No need for muscle, no need for threats,
When I can trap you in my golden nets.
So sign the line, don't be so cold,
Your soul is bought, your story sold.
(Verse 2)
He calls me «nouveau riche», a flashy brat,
But I'm the future, and he's an old, worn hat.
While he drinks his tea and counts his beads,
I'm planting new, efficient seeds.
This is not cruelty, this is not spite,
It's just a business deal... done right.
(Chorus)
I'm writing your future in my golden ledger,
A work of art, a fiscal treasure.
No need for muscle, no need for threats,
When I can trap you in my golden nets.
So sign the line, don't be so cold,
Your soul is bought, your story sold.
(Bridge - Только фортепиано, очень тихо и интимно)
You think your old friend is a powerful demon...
He's just a soft heart wrapped in an accountant's dream.
I am the future. Polished. Refined.
And I'm here to claim... what's rightfully mine.
(Final Chorus - Чуть громче, с добавлением тихих духовых)
I'm writing your future in my golden ledger,
A work of art, a fiscal treasure.
No need for muscle, no need for threats,
When I can trap you in my golden nets.
So sign the line, don't be so cold,
Your soul is bought, your story sold.
(Outro - Медленное затухание фортепиано, тихий, довольный смешок)
...Pleasure doing business.
