Текст песни Ворон - Клоун

The clown cried after the performance,
Although to amuse his craft.
Instead of hair hanging tow
When he was on stage - everyone was funny.

But laughed at him not only on stage -
After all, everyone knew that he was a clown.
Laughed, laughed, laughed all the time,
They laughed a lot, and then forgot about him.

They loved taking him to the company -
Everyone always had fun with him.
But that he is a man, everyone has forgotten -
They will probably not remember when he dies.

Well, he didn’t have much -
I was happy that everyone was cheerful.
Sometimes only the heart ached a little
When you stay alone afterwards.

But suddenly a flame flared up in my heart -
The poor dancer, he fell in love.
But she laughed, heart wounded,
On stage and in life above him.

He knew that it’s hard to understand -
Therefore, the feeling held deep.
After all, you need to know a lot -
To the soul to understand it.

He still laughed on stage,
And at home he cried for a blast.
When he laughed, he remembered all the time -
That, as a person, he died long ago.

Text - I. Gaivoronsky
Music - A. Gaivoronsky