Текст песни Борис Храпов - Арлекин

Smallkley Orchestra sounds,
Chairs are empty again.
And breaks into the heart
chill void.
In a quietly dormant hall -
I two with silence.
And I'll wait for
To someone else with me.

I am harlequin fate
Seen granted God.
Forever I run to people,
Only not knowing roads.

The warmth of the tapestry for my back.
Shivering knee knee -
I went out to sing and sing!
Song in the throat stuck
Like a smooth piece.
Why not a hall
Where would I sing your songs?

Lord, what to attack?
People are singing
But it's hard to get on the scene!
That's why I am here.

I sing not from the scene -
You, my tiny hall.
It is a pity that there are no tapestries.
There are no chairs, no mirrors.
And the gallery will not be able
From excitement to get up.
But in the dark beds
There are no people to sway me.

No, I do not need a scene!
In the hall we are the songs - slaves.
And with you - it is free.
I do not need a better fate.

I sing not from the scene -
You, my tiny hall.
It is a pity that there are no tapestries.
There are no chairs, no mirrors.
And the gallery will not be able
From excitement to get up.
But in the dark beds
There are no people to sway me.