Send In The Clowns — текст песни (Judy Collins)

Isn`t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?

Isn`t it bliss?
Don`t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can`t move...
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I`d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines...
No one is there.

Don`t you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you`d want what I want...
Sorry, my dear!
And where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don`t bother, they`re here.

Isn`t it rich?
Isn`t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.