Текст песни Пикник - Театр абсурда

High and low,
Far and near,
Far and near
Illusions do not build.
And his brow powder:
In the theater of the absurd,
In the theater of the absurd
You are the main character.
From myself where to go,
Beat his hot forehead
And wander through the streets,
As awakened by the Cyclops ...
No wall, and armor.
Only the fastest fingers
Only the fastest fingers
The unrest will not hide.
That's a miracle, a miracle because ...
In the theater of the absurd,
In the theater of the absurd
You are the main character ...
From myself where to go,
Beat his hot forehead
And wander through the streets,
As awakened by the Cyclops ...
It is something so mean,
Once the audience cry,
Weep and weep,
Slain game.
Tear-hair curls
And his brow powder:
In the theater of the absurd
You are the main character.