Golden Fool

GOLDEN FOOL
Aire&Saruman 2013 "Epic", music by Anton Kruglov; lyrics by Lidia Ivchenko.
Inspired by Farseer and Tawny man Trilogies by Robin Hobb.
"Золотой Шут"
Айре и Саруман, альбом "Эпик", муз. Антон Круглов; слова Лидия Ивченко.
По мотивам трилогий о Видящих и Смуглом Человеке Робин Хобб.

[@DuranFrey]

Как же я люблю эту песню... Очень хотелось бы, чтобы когда-нибудь здесь были сотни тысяч просмотров.

[@endi67890]

Ох, какой голос у Антона! Не могу наслушаться! Никогда не разлюблю этот голос!❤

[@user-lv1fm6xs3z]

А как человек еще то ....говнэээ

[@Samidarka]

Шут..сложно передать такой многогранный характер в короткой песне, но что-то в этом определенно есть. Спасибо вам

[@darmat666]

Детям понравилась))) Не мог спать уложить... А тут заслушались и заснули😊

[@gingeramy300]

Шут любимый , мой Золотой Дурак❤❤❤ Спасибо.

[@irinaklein4434]

Голос, текст, музыка-завораживает. Спасибо!

[@danythebest4493]

Sempre bellissima, anche a distanza di anni

[@kingstreetperedelkino5083]

Одна из моих любимых песен.

[@ladyamber7097]

Просто хочу плакать

[@ThePoison106]

Великолепно!

[@Chiffanna]

Великолепная песня

[@rozaniebieska528]

brilliant and close to the characters of the novels

[@limbelin]

Ура Саруману, очь круто

[@agashibuya]

Robin Hobb trilogies are my favorite books ever. After I hear your music, I just love it soo much! Can you publish all this songs with english subtitle?

[@user-td2nh4xg4b]

A little late, but... The Golden Jester That my words are food for birds, for people are neither satisfying nor valuable, that my deeds are a dry leaf, today it is, and tomorrow it is not. You play my words, I'm sitting near the edge of the stage, I look into the dim hall - in whose face will the light respond? You haven't come into the world yet-I was sketching this play. The cleaner was sprinkled with sand, the draft was given to the fire. You were rushing from captivity to captivity, into the mouth of the palace and the embrace of the forest. I kept your meaning for you, and I still keep it. I'm not much of a playwright, you're an actor, frankly, too. But together we are like a whole world, hundreds of threads of any fate. The threads are knitting into a new system, if it's not us, then who is it? I've always been smart and weak. You've always been strong and blind. Our buffoonish theater is poor - only make-up, no brocade, no fleur. And there are no understudies here either. I gave everything I could give. Merge with the play - in the last hour you will be left without a prompter. I know the end, and you'll have to guess