Верескъ - Старый Клоун
текст песни

River of oblivion.

The old clown is going quietly
On a country road,
From dry trees shadow
They pull their hands, the evening is close.

He is lucky with him in the basket
Rooster, watches and candles,
He spent his whole life in separation
And not met.

Everything around seemed delirium,
Only the old clown was in charge
That the outcome is unknown ...
The bell ringing told
That all troubles are done
In this Wednesday.

And the road was trembling
Under the hooves of the bay,
They fell under the wheels
Only a stone and hope.

The mountain wind fell into the valley
And tore off his clothes,
The heart shuddered
But fighting has become less common.

He shouted, no one listened
The world rolled ripe pear
Closer to the edge ...
The rain was noisy in a glass of light,
Life has passed, and only somewhere
Splays summer ...

The dead clown is going quietly
On a country road,
From dry trees shadow
They pull their hands, the evening is close.
He took away from us in the basket
Rooster, watches and candles ...