Текст песни Светлана Сурганова и Оркестр - Клоун

I'm a relic of an era
lost
in tomorrow
old tired clown
with sparkles on the beard.

Wanderer and strange passerby
with the scorched sun
in heart.
I'm going, not like myself
pounding scherzo heels.

My bells and pipes -
salamanders run in the grass,
no louder than a spring drop
no brighter than melted snow ...

My steps towards home are like
nests abandoned by birds,
where pastel is a swaddle
whimsical childish dreams

where is the table ... and from it
looking out the window
lonely throat
WIDOWS CLIKO.

2007