Send in The Clowns — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Writer(s): sondheim





Isnt it rich, arent we a pair

Me here at last on the ground - and you in mid-air

Send in the clowns



Isnt it bliss, dont you approve

One who keeps tearing around - and one who cant move

But where are the clowns - send in the clowns



Just when I stopped opening doors

Finally finding the one that I wanted - was yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines - nobody there



Dont you love a farce; my fault I fear

I thought that youd want what I want - sorry my dear

But where are the clowns - send in the clowns

Dont bother theyre here



Isnt it rich, isnt it queer

Losing my timing this late in my career

But where are the clowns - send in the clowns

Well maybe next year