Текст песни ДДТ - Ночная пьеса

Christmas, night play, scenery from the forest,
Cranberry syrup from the blood, yes glued eyebrows.
Loneliness of clay, props from the body.
Souls foam from soap, on cheeks pimples from chalk,
From papier mache - cliche.

Vatoy - clouds of captivity, here's the family, but the cave.
Unlearned roles, Vera curled up on her navels.
Gauze of snow, stars of the spotlight, the neophytes fled,
The director screams and gets angry, I also want to get drunk.
Look at these faces - in some ways all the creators are alike.

Sponsor sleeps with Barbie dead, cellophane, aces, sixes,
Shouts, dust, prompter, foil, her chicken leg.
Behind the scenes waiting for troops with wooden swords,
The leader with the beaten beams scratches his muzzle at his temple
Not victory and longing is not a power ...

The bell rang, scenes floated, the hall was a sad country.
Gloomily looks at Hope, Faith and Love, she.
The mate stands over Palestine, the roar of beasts, the mountain of cardboard.
Childbirth, secret reasons, flags flutter from concrete.

All the gifts of the Magi were stolen,
The hungry watchman was dragged out, how can we play the play God?
Dazzling appliances need more, gentlemen,
To thicken the Bethlehem star thicker!
Electricity ate, but devoured the wires ..

I'm sad, I'm watching the play, third in the depth.
The aspirated infant sleeps in the Petrine cradle,
Smiles blizzard and wink at me.

Putin is traveling around the country
On a silver horse.
Putin will help all people,
Give him health, God!
All the bandits will be killed,
Workers, he pours ...
Putin is traveling around the country,
And we are still ...