Текст песни Пикник - Театр абсурда

High and low, near and distant
Distant relatives and not build illusions
And his brow powder
In the theater of the absurd
In the theater of the absurd you - the protagonist

From myself where to go
Beat his hot forehead
And wander the streets
As awakened cyclops

Not a wall, and armor
Only the fastest fingers
Only the fastest fingers will not hide excitement
This is a miracle, so miracle
In the theater of the absurd
In the theater of the absurd you - the protagonist

From myself where to go
Beat his hot forehead
And wander the streets
As awakened cyclops

For something so mean
Once viewers cry
Weep and cry slain game
Rip-hair curls
And his brow powder
In the theater of the absurd you are the main character