Текст песни Gitarin.Ru - Клоун с гитаркой

And I realized one summer evening ,
What's lost everything and that there is nothing more to lose .
He left the circus tent .
And who am I? Oh - no .

Clown with gitarkoy in fictional little world ,
I am sitting collect dirt under the strings .
The fake fervor I fight in chill,
I swim in the sea manias and phobias .
Stop b until it's too late
And make friends with the remnants of the brain ,
But his throat squeezed serial tag.
Mortal leap from under the dome of the circus ...

All. All that is left for me ,
On the long and lonely old age ,
Cool, swirl , dance like a fool ,
Plastic nose, so leaky cap ...