Lyrics Потаня - Отчего Умирают Шуты

From what do jesters die?
From resentment, loops and sarcomas,
From the knife,
From the contempt of acquaintances,
From the darkness that fell from heaven.

From what do jesters die?
From the blind attention of Fortune.
Nerves are bursting like decrepit strings,
The lives of rotting canvases are torn.

From what do jesters die?
From the deadly poison in kefir,
From longing,
From bodyagi on the air,
From the cattle who have switched to "you"

Because the flowers have faded,
Because it's getting late
Dlit yourself.
They die seriously,
The forehead in sawdust,
How do the stars fall ...
And they live - they live like clowns.