Текст песни Эмил Димитров - Арлекино

Go old Buo's cart,
sad days pass from city to city.
The cart with a torn canvas
and the dolls Mellie and Harlequin.

Harlequin was a wooden man,
in the small theater of old Buo.
The audience laughed a lot in the evening
of the carved wooden doll.

Harlequin, Harlequin!
Harlequin without a heart!
How many joys your wooden face does not know!

In the theater of old Buo,
played Princess Mellie.
Through the old torn canvas
Harlequin stared at her.

Harlequin watches, timidly every night,
old Buo with pleading eyes.
He carved a heart in it,
so he can fall in love with Mellie.

Harlequin, Harlequin!
Harlequin without a heart!

How much joy your wooden face does not know.

Touched by his pleas, Buo,
he once took it in his hands.
And in the first insensitive tree
she carved a tiny heart with a chisel.

Harlequin loved the doll Mellie
and in love infinitely tenderly shone.
He played like never before,
but blazing with love burned.

Harlequin, Harlequin!
You burned with love,
the audience didn't understand your last role.

Go old Buo's cart,
left alone with the doll Mellie.
Above a handful of wood ashes
he was crying for his Harlequin.

Harlequin, Harlequin!
You burned with love,
the audience didn't understand your last role.

HARLEKINO! HARLEKINO!
YOU ARE BURNED BY LOVE!