Текст песни Krec - Старый театр

Here sleeps at night watchman , scares pneumatics
drinking
bitterness Director
Old theater
Artists zanyuhanny like robots
Play once a month,
When frowns city
Rough like a fist
impenetrable viewer
Falling asleep does not see
He does not see the tears of despair
Vain hopes artists
Sad actresses of the pianist
Where are the legs ,
Tuesday night , autumn ...
Those ballerina laughed resourcefully
Rossi.
But the director lowered his eyes only
And walked slowly
Where I manish fate?
offices for rent
Write any paper
What to put under their noses , those bosses
And like you need to put the drama
Talked about how only
What was there they
Old theater die in the scenery of the last century ,
New people, new rules
Somewhere on the Rubicon Queen of the Gypsies ...
taking mirrors
From this old wic ...

The theater is empty as abandoned castle
In wardrobes no jackets, no programmok
In the lobby during intermissions no fuss
Emptying in the dust spectator ranks
Turn off the lights , theater cast
The walls are silent , breathing past
Hush ... somewhere under a layer of dust
And ash , almost hushed echo of applause
Barely audible , but without bursts
Out of the old gilding former luster
No magic, princess sleep
And the princes with sullen faces
Grim washed away , no one teaches the role of
And the director does not threaten to dismiss actors
Not beating heart before the premiere
lowered the curtain
Curtains on the windows

The theater is empty as abandoned castle
In wardrobes no jackets, no programmok
In the lobby during intermissions no fuss
Emptying in the dust spectator ranks ...