Текст песни Сурганова и Оркестр - Клоун

I am a relic of the era ,
lost in the future.
Old , tired clown
glitter beard .
Traveler and a strange passer with scorched by the sun in the heart,
Coming, the unlike , knocking heels scherzo .
My bells and organ in the grass salamanders running,
Not louder spring thaw is not brighter than the melting snow .
My steps to the house - the likeness of the abandoned nests of birds ,
Where the bed - pelenalnik fanciful children's dreams .
Where the table, and with him looking out the window , " Veuve Clicquot " lonely throat