Текст песни Лора Московская - Шут

Night shadows enveloped the castle.
The king and the queen have been sleeping for a long time,
And in the throne room, on plates of stone
An old fool is crying about something.

Cry, clown, cry ... splash waterfall,
Cry, tears in your eyes.
Cry, fool, cry ... remember if necessary
Snake grin on his lips.

A sad ringing of bells is heard,
In the variegated garments of laughter - sadness.
Ridiculously stretching his long legs,
He hung his colorful cap.

Cry, fool, cry ... happiness is not so long,
Cry, that grief gives us pain.
Cry, the night road ...

And death in the end gives us peace.
The clock strikes twelve - the starting point.
Everything is transient, to catch something:
How many is left until the last breath:
An hour, two, a year or a century?

Cry, fool, cry ... because everything passes,
Cry, do not return anything,
Weep, that separation is inevitable,
Cry, about rhyme, foaming blood.

And every day there is so much noise around:
Cruel muzzles, mocking grin.
And nonhuman poisonous wisdom
You will be helped in the riddle of mirrors.

Cry, fool, cry ... mourn the joy,
The roar of words that sound in the head.
Cry, bitter pity ...
Pray for love to take off your cover.

But tomorrow again a new scene.
Different characters of the mask are circling ...
You're a clown, you're a clown - a target in the arena ...
Eternity is a stellar favorite child.

Scream, fool, shout! Maybe it will help ...
Scream, fool, shout! You're life itself!
You are beyond the reality of other people's emotions ...
Scream, fool, cry and scream again ...