Текст песни Vigilia - Три маски шута

The walls of the old theater
Remember the glory tart feast.
But when tomorrow comes,
Wall collapse, collapse the world ...

I, born scaffolding
With white mask on his face,
He believed in the spirit of unclimbed,
Lived in a silver ring ...

But once the white clown
Somewhere I dropped the ring.
Together with him the sad clown
I lost your face ...

They gave me another mask.
destined
It was me to be yellow-red
And laugh at themselves.

Red clown laughed so hard,
What is forgotten, what is laughter.
The soul sticky fear crept in,
He became obsmeivat all.

And now I'm in a black mask.
This is the highest peak.
I laugh, and my laughter like
Black raucous cry of a bird.

Three silent cardboard masks
By hand in jester.
Three persons, three different colors,
But his soul is empty ...