Krec feat Ассай - Старый театр
текст песни

The watchman sleeps at night, scares pneumatics
Drinking
Burfy director
Old Theater.
Artists sleeping like robots
Play once a month
When the city frowns
Rough like fist
Impedable viewer
Who fell asleep does not see
He does not see tears of despair
Empty hopes of artists
Sad actresses of that pianist
Where legs go,
Tuesday, night, autumn ...
Those ballerins laughed by the most
Russia.
But the director lowered the eyes only
And slowly went
Where do you manize fate?
Rent offices
Wheels write any
What is put under the noses, those bosses
And it seems to be drama
Told about that only
What was there with them
The old theater will die in the scenery of the last century,
New people, new rules
Somewhere on Rubicon Tabor goes into the sky ...
Taking mirrors
From the old pilot of this ...

Theater is empty as an abandoned castle
In the wardrobes there are no jackets, no programs
In the lobby, there are no bustle in the intermission
Visit in dust spectator ranks
Disable light, theater is broken
The walls are silent, breathe the past
Quieter ... somewhere under the layer of dust
And ash, almost subsided echo applause
Barely audible but already without bursts
No in the old gilding of the past brilliance
No magic, princesses sleep,
And princes with sullen faces
Grima washed, no one teaches the role
And the director does not threaten to dismiss the actors
Do not fight the faster heart before the premiere
Loved the curtain
Curtains on the windows

Theater is empty as an abandoned castle
In the wardrobes there are no jackets, no programs
In the lobby, there are no bustle in the intermission
Spectator rows will be empty in dust ...