Welcome to the picture gallery
Ladies and gentlemen
Where on would search in vain
For canvasses and frames
Welcome to hard times
Proceed to the cloak room
The security guard
Is not feeling well today
As you know, he thinks more highly
On himself than anyone else
The old fear you have
He's exchanging for new
The staff lives here
Through war and peace
And everything is awkward
Like an angel with a mustache
Manager Destiny
Is waiting backstage
Bald, in a gray jacket
And sharpening his scythe
Maybe now you'll understand
That here we live
Like a statue of Aphrodite
That has a double chin