Сказки Чёрного Города - Часовщик
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Comesole shaved, hat, bag by the shoulder
My wealth is quite modest
Hours, years, centuries - everything is nothing to me
And how old I am, I don't remember anymore

I don't get old day by day
Everyone around hate me
This is sad, I agree quite
The watchmaker gave me a nickname

Hours of all suits I can fix
Only a word and they are in work
But more often I should have stop
The mechanism that you call your life

Every night here or there
I penetrate the room to you
And under the rustle of breath in darkness
I go to the clock on the wall ...

Pendulum for a moment in his hand squeezing
I watch the arrows freeze
Sleeping suddenly smiling happily
Stops breathing, and I open the notebook I write:
"His watch stopped that night"

Understand people, I'm not kind and not angry
I do not suffer and are not happy of course
I am a watchmaker and so assigned to fate
My pendulum will swing forever!

Every night here or there
I penetrate the room to you
And under the rustle of breath in darkness
I go to the clock on the wall ...

Pendulum for a moment in his hand squeezing
I watch the arrows freeze
Sleeping suddenly smiling happily
Stops breathing, and I open the notebook I write:
"His watch stopped that night"

"His watch stopped" ...
"Her watch stopped" ...
"Your watch has stopped" ...
"My clock stopped"...