Текст песни Сергей Матвеенко - КЛОУН сл. и муз. С.Матвеенко посвящение Л.Енгибарову

Yengibarova

I rose to the sky and fell down with a stone
knew love survived treason ’
I know this life without spotlights and backstage
I understood its true price.

I could be a minister, a court sage
But being a tyrant's buffoon is also courage, -
The links are my guitar. Cheerful bells
What would the king not sit on the throne.

We are all, alas, not gods and our century is short.
Birthdays bring us closer to death.
What is a king? He is also just a man
And you do not believe his power.

Wagging my soul, on the throne - what a hangover!
The king is fighting for the throne with the slaves all his life
And every day more and more like a jester.
But the jester remains himself.

Let the tyrant often go to disgrace.
but only before you kneel
My supreme lord, oh my concert hall,
My country, where it’s cold on the stage!

There is very little light, kindness is forgotten,
Love and compassion are not held in high esteem.
I will hide my tears under the guise of a sludge
From laughter I will die on the scaffold!