Текст песни Send Out the Clowns - Whitey

And all the little sleeping men
Are restless in their sleep.
All troubled by their dreams of what could be.
And even in those dreams
A thousand petty schemes
Are slicing up their dignity.
Those clowns who dance before their eyes
Are carefully disguised
As people who are just like you and me.
Yet no other men on earth
Are allowed to do their worst
Then wipe their dirty hands on us.

So send, send, send
Send out the clowns.
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