In a small town
Was a festival, the music was playing,
But in exulting crowd
Appeared ominous face of vagabond.
He was going supposedly alone,
The crowd didn't noticed him.
And native dogs
Was looking at him some strange...
In a black top hat, in an old attire
The traveller was in a big rush to the town's festival.
He maked his way through the mountains, smiling,
But the stone had falled to the crevice from the mountain's top.
He was wearing dirty cloak,
The black top hat was flattened.
He was looking minding his step
And gripping a mask in the hand.
Suddenly someone had shouted: "Hallo!
You should have a little fun.
In such a nice and bright day
How can you be so unhappy?"
In a black top hat, in an old attire
The traveller was in a big rush to the town's festival.
He maked his way through the mountains, smiling,
But the stone had falled to the crevice from the mountain's top.
And vagabond was glanced up
And told with the spiteful voice:
"I would like to martyr all of you,
And that's why I'm so unjoyful.
In a mask of red-heared monkey
I was dreamed about coming at your festival,
But suddenly that damn stone
Fell bang on my head!
In a black top hat, in an old attire
The traveller was in a big rush to the town's festival.
He maked his way through the mountains, smiling,
But the stone had falled to the crevice from the mountain's top.