Текст песни Вереск - Старый Клоун

River of oblivion.

Old clown rides quietly
On a country road
From dry shade trees
Hands on, evening is near.

He carries with him in a basket
Rooster, clock and candles,
He spent his whole life apart
And not met.

Everything around seemed delirious
Only the old clown knew
That the outcome is unknown ...
The ringing of the bell told
What all troubles are happening
In this Wednesday.

And the road was shaking
Under the hooves of the bay
Under the wheels fell
Only stones and hopes.

Mountain wind fell in the valley
And tore off his clothes
My heart fluttered
But the fight has become less common.

He screamed, no one listened
The world was rolling a ripe pear
Closer to the edge ...
The rain was noisy in a glass of light
Life has passed, and only somewhere
Summer is splashing ...

Dead clown rides quietly
On a country road
From dry shade trees
Hands on, evening is near.
He took us away in a basket
Rooster, clock and candles ...