Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Циркачка

Circuschka

The trembling hurt. The penalty passed.
He is far away. There will be no much.
You are young. The time is healing.
Other everything is snow last year.
Well, neglected. That now
Sleep in tears? Excess dampness.
Still, it was not seemed.
Maybe it even fortunately.

If not he, you didn't know how
Singing a fierce, to throw a doggy.
Year naughty you would
The circus now did not rock.
Bread yes water. Copper money.
What not to live? What are you not glad?
That everyone is sitting - silently yes silently,
Skill of black early recall?

Like where the ringing breaks,
Lee will shoot a whip of voltizhir -
All about one you remember.
All forgotten you will not gather
as in the fatal that Monday
He crossed the Sleepy Poran:
"Hey, horses! .. Night on the outcome."
And drank. Did not look back.

Well, did not like. Free will.
Sin is not big. It happens to everyone.
Right, forget. Eki importance!
Do not remember. It is better to take
Handful of silver. Tomorrow in Warsaw
Buy yourself a new screen.
Hey, horses! Night on the outcome.
Damn it would whine these bumps.

1996.