Текст песни А. Шестак - Игра

THE GAME

I got out of the room, there is behind the threshold
I am very fond of playing
In which the seats pedestal
All the same empty.

The hero of good dreams made a barrel of wine
From the tavern, waving his hand,
But what would he do
Always his hands clean.

And the one who always helps get stuck
In the old elevator, sat down and quiet.
He between two floors
Waiting for new guests.

Announced young man near lamppost columns
Rows on the part of his verse.
He was tired of being a prisoner
Someone's passions.

Stray actor with a cigarette in the teeth
I took from the matches built Big Ben
And began to play Hamlet so
As if his brother.

A simple musician suddenly presented
That he certainly famous Chopin,
But never could get
No their awards.

Some artist left himself
On the expanses of a large canvas,
Then through the black
Boldly gone on peace.

The priest looks with discontent on those
Who does not believe in the sufferment of Christ
But in vain, he fended from them
Iron wall.

Fucked by fern stars,
The missing pilot came down from the sky
Which everyone stopped
To remember a long time.

And there, at the top, he was given wings
In exchange for a crappy aircraft,
And gave a number of delight tips,
How to fly.

A, in general, this game has no end,
There will always be a new plot in it,
I come back to the kitchen again
Where is my tea.

And there until morning under the great impression
In dense smoke cigarettes
I will remember that
And later smelled sadness

Alexander Shestak

2010.