Текст песни Юлий Ким - Стаpая театpалка

And in my irrevocable childhood,
And to old age close already
I only breathe in the theater
When I'm not in him, he is in the shower.

Girlfriends believe that, they say,
My life has a too poor plot.
Well, you know: passion is a despot,
And despots demand sacrifices.

        The calls rang ...
        The buffet is dying ...
        It's getting dark in the hall -
        It’s getting light on stage.
        Divine Goethe!
        Immortal Shakespeare!
        I think in this -
        All life and the whole world.

Both in childhood and later, as a teenager,
Like a storm, I burst into the theater -
Play on the sacred stage
At least Mary Stuart.

Ah, our hopes for happiness! ..
About this you know better than me:
Dreams come true - but only in part.
Partly came true and mine.

And so I rush every night
In a suit, my exit is about to happen!
I’ll meet the first spectator,
Such an honor has been given to me!

Even before the orchestra entered
Before the call, I’m standing in front of you:
I accept a coat - and with a royal gesture
In response, I issue the numbers!

        The calls rang
        So someone runs in
        And he is barely
        Manages to run in.
        And there is Ostrovsky!
        And there is Tolstoy!
        Me Smoktunovsky
        He drives home!
        Or Tolya Papanov,
        Or Misha Ulyanov,
        Once Mironov,
        Six times Armored!

1982