Текст песни Кинчев К. - Театр теней

In the theater of shadows now dark,
The theater is empty today.
Night birds lay on the wing,
Choosing the right course.
Walls and perhaps velvet curtains
Yet remember their makeup.
City covered the night,
Dreams blowing out the lights.

The creaking floorboards
During the peace.
Only time through the cracks
Oozing moon.
Individuals can not see,
Visible only smoke
For sparks of cigarettes.
window Square
Crushed in a circle,
A little bit -
And suddenly
hear -
Keeper dance of hands whispering words.
I repeat after him:

Spirit of fire,
Start game
We can not start without you!
The scarlet languages ​​ritual dance
Spun guests.
Go up
Over the ashes of worn banners!
Go up
Sword funeral!
We are here,
We are waiting for a signal,
The signal for the beginning of the day!
Prove horizon
Bonfires new lightning!
Shall open a sweltering sky
Scalpel morning birds!
Although this rise is still too young.
A sunset is too old,
I keep singing,
I see a fire!

The theater begins to live,
As soon as a new throw light shade.
The theater begins to live,
When we sing:
Day,
day,
day,
day!
But in the theater of shadows dark now ...