Текст песни А. Шестак - Игра

A GAME

I left the room, there beyond the threshold
I got very into the game
In which the places of the pedestal
They are still empty.

The hero of good dreams carried out a barrel of wine
From the inn, waving his hand,
But whatever he does,
His hands are always clean.

And the one who always helps to get stuck
In the old elevator, I sat down and fell silent.
It's between two floors
Waiting for new guests.

Disheveled youth near lamp posts
Tears his verse apart.
He is tired of being a prisoner
Someone's passions.

A wandering actor with a cigarette in his mouth
Took from matches built Big Ben
And he began to play Hamlet like this
Like his brother.

A simple musician suddenly imagined
That he is certainly a famous Chopin,
But I couldn't get
None of their awards.

Some artist left himself
In the vastness of a large canvas,
Then through the back door
He boldly retired.

The priest looks with displeasure at those
Who does not believe in the suffering of Christ,
But in vain he fenced himself off from them
An iron wall.

Hanged with colorful stars
A missing pilot came down from the sky
That everyone has stopped
For a long time to remember.

And up there, he was given wings
In exchange for a crappy plane
And they gave a number of practical advice,
How to fly.

But, in general, this game has no end,
There will always be a new plot in it,
I return to the kitchen again
Where my tea freezes.

And there until the morning under the great impression
In the thick smoke of cigarettes
I will have something to remember
And later the sadness will come

Alexander Shestak

2010