Алиса - 1989 - Театр Теней - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the theater of shadows today is dark, the theater is empty today. Night birds lay down on the wing, choosing a faithful course. Walls yes, perhaps, Velvet Porter still remembers his makeup. The city covered the night, swinging the lights. The creaking of the Half behind the rest. Only the time through the slit is soooed. Persons are not visible, visible only by the smoke per sparks of Papile. The square of the window is crushed into a circle, a little bit - and suddenly you hear - the keeper of the dance of the hands whispers words. I repeat after him: the spirit of fire, start the game, we do not start without you! In the scarlet languages ​​of ritual dance, Scrolls. Go up over the ashes of dilapidated banners! Get down the funeral sword! We are here, we are waiting for the signal, the signal to the beginning of the day! Sick the horizon in the fires of new granits! Surround the sulk sky scalpel of morning birds! And although this sunrise is still too young. And the sunset is already too old, I continue to sing, I see a fire! The theater begins to live, only light will drop a new shadow. Theater begins to live when we sing: day, day, day, day! But in the Team theater today is dark ...