Song: Piccolo Bambino

It was getting dark. Sang blizzards. Buried Magdalene -
Circus ballerina.
Accompanied two friends, two friends - acrobats.
Was a clown. Cried the clown, he covered his face with a glove.
He was a friend of Magdalene.
Just a friend - not a man.
To peel her tights petrol
And laughed Magdalene:
"Well, you're the man!
You men smell like wet dog".
Poor Piccolo Bambino...
At the cemetery the snow was cleaner, bluer urban...
Here is buried Magdalene,
Circus ballerina.
And walked away from death again. It was getting dark. The city nickname...
In the dark twilight shadow raised his clown collar.
And falling on his knees, and suddenly howled in anguish animal.
He loved, he was a man,
He did not know that even roses in the cold smell of dog!
Poor Piccolo Bambino!


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