Текст песни Агата Кристи - Белый клоун

Viva Kalman! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Pinto moon night falls,
Bald porter lights candles,
Powder circus waiting for a meeting
With a hungry crowd.

And in a moment, in the arena of scarlet
The world will grow to the joy of the hall,
White maniac shakes tired
Bat head.

White clown, white martyr
For fun piano burning
Will scoff at you!

In the evening he is caring,
After humiliation - his job,
But our last laugh
Invisible Hero.

But at a time when midnight repay paint
Former Piero change the mask,
New of those who laugh at him
It turns into pus.

The clown is not in vain remembers these faces,
In the evening, the Fool, and now the killer!
In a stuffy restaurant he abandon
With drunken horde!

In a tavern shrill violin,
At the table of the sticky dirt
Will he laugh Satan!

Tomorrow again he cares,
After humiliation - his job,
But our last laugh
Invisible Hero.

Who is bent back in the arena,
He felt that such a force.
Sing, though, Roma, light-ka cute
White blood you!