Текст песни Александр Ткачев - Клоун

This clown was a toy
They didn't even give him a name -
They only put it on his fingers ...
How, revived, he amused everyone!

So he lived - with the movement of his hands,
A fleeting master's desire.
And locked herself in his mind
Life in a brilliant ring.

He was cheerful, they praised him,
Admiring the master's hand,
Ah maestro take with you
Your doll is your jester.

And he sang, he played, he dared -
Even that was forgiven him,
After all, they only took it off the hand,
How he was again just a rag.

But then, on his hand, he came to life
And, with bows, he waited for recognition.
A scene of eternal repentance
Finished with kissing hands.

And now he lies in the dust -
Replaced with a new toy
Bought for one ruble, -
Know, wait became cheaper favorite.

If your soul is empty,
Hands will be passed there too.
Freeing yourself from boredom
You will be crucified on your fingers for an hour.