Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Цирк Шапито

Do not believe the slander of longing
Smother the whisper in your soul, -
Between gray city houses
The circus tent opens.

There are orchestras and the clatter of horseshoes,
Electricity is sunlight.
At least a handful of coppers in my pockets
Try to score for a ticket.

That ticket is like a ticket to the platform
What should you not drink one hundred grams?
Green van past the windows
A sleepy donkey is lucky in the morning.

And your mother will call you affectionately,
And the burnt-out housing will rise
And give you childhood again
The linen sky is its own.

Forgotten the appearance of the earth
Fill your coat with mothballs, -
On the outskirts, in red dust
The circus tent opens.