Based on song Ballad of Mannequins, by Vladimir Vysotsky, 1973.
Lyrics: For seven days old tired God On fire, in a jam, in a rush Created our wretched world And for each creature - by a couple.
To create for him - is fun And finally, to replace himself, God has created a human being As an experimental mannequin.
This is not a new idea, But not corrupted yet. I’ll prove you, just as two by two, That Adam was the first mannequin.
And we, rags of chromosomes, Bits of the divine genes, We go by beaten path And we create mannequins.
We are not so dumb To dress the living ones, No, we disguise corpses And dolls made out of wax.
They are so polite – take a look, Not a thing bothers them. And they’re so joyful in their lives That they are not match to us, insane.
I propose a bold plan Of all possible seasonal exchanges: We, people, - in their soulless rubbish, And instead of us – put mannequins.
But I’m willing to swear, That this won’t work. They won’t agree to trade places. None of them, of course,
Will yield his evil comfort to us, They won’t leave their sunny display windows without fight He (mannequin) won’t be bend by taxes, Nor can be moved by an inflation leap