Текст песни Вика Лодморвскай - Тот же театр

my city is empty and there are hyenas like from a grand canyon
I do not go beyond the walls of my district
but sometimes to the majors from idleness I go to the center
those in the club epicenter whore take interest

times of deaf and ideless foundries
weeks go by with only a handful of individual people
someone went to the cops to the state apparatus succumbed
and as I was a fool from their words, so they remained

Mother Russia in shit on a chestnut horse
Problems are torn from the inside as well as from the outside
How Khayyam bequeathed to us all the truth in wine
and through my fault it became over me

we look into eternity in this vicious circle
how many friends and girlfriends there were but they all disappeared suddenly
we uselessly walk around and around
back to square one continuing to stand

I continue to drink in these bars with the same fervor
Yes, and in poetry I imitate that the trouble is to hide
I still ardently object, I reflect you as well
and every day, as if on a slope, I think worse

all the same six quatrains with a razor through your veins
still the rustle has died down like knives to you
there are still many problems and even more questions
and our life is the same theater so where is my stage ???