Текст песни ТеАтР ОдНоГо ВаХтЁра - Охота на лис

Casting fire on metal grates
And hew all verses from stone in the manner of cities
And the handles of our souls stick out behind the belt
To throw them at the gods as an instrument of hope

Your jukebox targets the sun disc
And during the night, the morning fog was melted into snow
It's quiet here as in a confessional - there is a fox hunt
We dance until the dance breaks

They all fall and fall from the windows of spring
They fly like songs and dive into the asphalt with refrains
From their constellations of words and bodies we carve granite
And we go to sleep along random corridors ...

Well roll up your sleeve of the sunset, join the stars
We must have time to finish the song before the cry ends
Here the hilt of your soul sticks out of someone's back
And the clouds, like from a fire, barely touching the ground ...

And in the sky, if you look from the ground,
The ice has broken today.