Текст песни Король и Шут - В Черном Целиндре

In provincial town
There was a holiday, the music sounded,
But here in the jubilant crowd
There was an ominous tramp lyric ...
He walked as if alone
The crowd did not notice it.
And somehow strange on him
Local dogs looked ...

In the black cylinder, in the outfit, old
In the city for the holiday traveler very hurried.
In the mountains made his way and smiled,
But the stone broke into the abyss from the mountain peaks ...

There was a dirty raincoat on it,
The black cylinder matches the harmonica,
He looked at his feet
And he squeezed the mask in his fist.
But someone shouted suddenly: hello!
Have fun b a little bit.
In such a cheerful bright day

How can you be so unfortunate?

In the black cylinder, in the outfit, old
In the city for the holiday traveler very hurried.
In the mountains made his way and smiled,
But the stone broke into the abyss from the mountain peaks ...

And the passing looked up,
And answered an evil voice:
I would be glad everyone
And from that I misunderstood.
I'm in the mask of red monkey
For a holiday to you, I dreamed,
When not the stone is popyan,
What I fell on my head!

In a black cylinder, outfit by ancient,
In the city for the holiday traveler very hurried.
In the mountains made his way and smiled,
But the stone broke into the abyss from the mountain peaks ...