Текст песни о.м. - Театр волшебства

Words: V.Avlasenko
Music: O.Mishin

Verse 1:
On the microphone dust, and the hall smelled of second-hand articles,
A faded face on posters.
Only a director with a wrinkled face
Leafs play crumpled page.

And silence is ready to scream,
Climb up and dissolve the stone.
Desert series and the chair as if asleep,
And the chandeliers like fabulous birds.

Chorus:
Three scenes cracks
The currently stored smiles, laughter and tears,
Filling magic
Forgotten in the distant childhood dreams ...

Verse 2:
But silence and shudder at the same moment,
Actor at the edge of the stage stops,
His hands power over magic,
And shadow world suddenly comes to life.

Chorus:
Three scenes cracks
The currently stored smiles, laughter and tears,
Filling magic
Forgotten in the distant childhood dreams ...

Verse:
Everything is over. Laughs director,
The fire throwing crumpled page.
On the microphone dust, and the hall smelled of second-hand articles.
The world is dead. The world is again ready to be born.

Chorus:
Three scenes cracks
The currently stored smiles, laughter and tears,
Filling magic
Forgotten in the distant childhood dreams ...

Three scenes cracks
How many times will give the laughter and tears,
But remember the magic
Forgotten in the distant childhood dreams ...