Текст песни Константин Кинчев - Театр теней

The dark shadow theater today,
Theatre today is empty.
Night birds lay on the wing,
Choosing the right course.
Walls and perhaps velvet curtains
Still remembered is his make-up.
The 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 the sparks of cigarettes.
Square box
Crushed in a circle,
A little bit -
And suddenly
Hear -
Keeper dance of hands whispering words.
I repeat after him:
& quot; Spirit of Fire,
Start game
We can not start without you!
The scarlet languages ​​ritual dance
Spun guests.
Ascend
Above the ashes of worn banners!
Ascend
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! & Quot ;.
Although this rise is still too young.
A sunset too old
I continue to sing,
I see a fire!
Theater begins to live,
As soon throw a new light shade.
Theater begins to live,
When we sing:
Day,
day
day
day!