Текст песни Алиса - 1989 - Театр Теней

It's dark in the shadow theater, The theater is empty today. Night birds lay on the wing, choosing the right course. Walls, yes, perhaps, velvet curtains Still remember their make-up. The city covered the night, Dreams blowing lights. The creak of the floorboards Behind the rest. Only time through the cracks Oozes the moon. No faces are visible, Only smoke is visible Behind the sparks of a cigarette. The square of the window Fragments into a circle, A little bit - And suddenly you Hear - The keeper of a round dance of hands whispers words. I repeat after him: The spirit of fire, start the game, we can’t start without you! In the scarlet languages ​​of the ritual dance circle guests. Come Above the dust of shabby banners! Come up with the Sword of Funeral! We are here, We are waiting for a signal, A signal to the beginning of the day! Sign the horizon Bonfires of new lightning! Open the stuffy sky with the scalpel of morning birds! And although this sunrise is still too young. And the sunset is too old, I keep singing, I see a fire! The theater begins to live, As soon as the light casts a new shadow. The theater begins to live, When we sing: Day, day, day, day! But in the shadow theater it’s dark today ...