Lyrics Пикник - У шамана три руки

Shaman has three hands
Shaman has three hands

Shaman has three hands
And the wing from behind the shoulder
From his breath
The candle flares up

And sometimes I myself -
He does not recognize himself,
And the soul is open
Thrusts, sings ...
Thrusts, sings ...
Tends up, sings.

The shaman has three hands.
The world around is like a dark hall.
On the palms of gold
Painted eyes.

Sees the pink dawn
Before the sun itself,
And it seemed, as if sleeping
And does not know anything ...
That he does not know anything ...
And he does not know anything.

The shaman has three hands.
Garden in ruby ​​rays.
From his breath
Flares up ... Flares up ...
Flares up ...
The candle flares up ...
The candle flares up.
The shaman has three ...
The shaman has three ...
The shaman has three ...