| By sharp needles of bright fire
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| I run, I run, the roads have no end
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| The vast world closed for me
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| In the arena circle and a mask without a face
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| I'm a jester, I'm a Harlequin, I'm just a laugh
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| Without a name and, in general, without a destiny
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| What the hell do you care about those
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| Who did you come to have fun with?
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| Ah, Harlequin, Harlequin!
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| Everyone needs to be funny!
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| Arlekino, Arlekino
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| There is one reward - laughter
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| The strong men enter the arena
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| Not knowing that there is sadness in life
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| They bend horseshoes like rolls
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| And the chains are torn by the movement of the shoulder
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| And the admiring hall applauds
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| And flowers fly to the arena
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| Carcass plays for them, eyes burn,
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| And I fill the break
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| Ah, Harlequin, Harlequin!
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| Everyone needs to be funny!
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| Harlequin, Harlequin,
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| There is one reward - laughter.
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| It's getting harder and harder for me to make you laugh over the years,
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| After all, I'm not a jester at the throne of the king.
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| I am Hamlet in the madness of passions
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| Which year I play for myself.
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| Everything seems - I'll take off the mask,
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| And this world will change with me
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| But no one can see my tears
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| Well, Harlequin, I'm apparently not bad!
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| Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha...
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| Ah, Harlequin, Harlequin!
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| Everyone needs to be funny!
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| Harlequin, Harlequin,
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| There is one reward - laughter. |