Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Send in The Clowns
Frank Sinatra - Send in The Clowns слова песни
Writer(s): sondheimIsnt it rich, arent we a pairMe here at last on the ground - and you in mid-airSend in the clownsIsnt it bliss, dont you approveOne who keeps tearing around - and one who cant moveBut where are the clowns - send in the clownsJust when I stopped opening doorsFinally finding the one that I wanted - was yoursMaking my entrance again with my usual flairSure of my lines - nobody thereDont you love a farce; my fault I fearI thought that youd want what I want - sorry my dearBut where are the clowns - send in the clownsDont bother theyre hereIsnt it rich, isnt it queerLosing my timing this late in my careerBut where are the clowns - send in the clownsWell maybe next year