Текст песни Пикник - Клоун беспощадный

Here in the hands beat mercilessly,
Here and shouts, laughter and groans.
Today ruthless clown
Plant attraction.

He spun on the sawdust,
God antics and ploys,
And then throw in a coin box
The tears of small children.

And faster than any thief
Hobbling like a hunchback
He catches the hand prompt
Laughter broke from the crowd.

Yes, it is huge triumph,
Deafening success.
The ruthless clown
But unbridled laughter.

Just what all this means?
And who is the harm?
Well, hamming, well, jumps
Saucy clown on the carpet.

No, he was not entirely innocent,
Unclean his eyes.
He took the soul out of the room
And trampled underfoot.

He nabelennym person
Running out the bows,
Again feeling
Emperor Nero.

If it's Colosseum,
Instead of a dusty arena,
If he holds in his hands
Threads of thousands of lives mortal.