[00:00.000] 作词 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:00.000]This is a song about couple of adult people who have spent, oh, quiet a long time together
[00:06.188]till one day one of them gets restless and decides to leave
[00:11.704]whether it is the man or woman who left is unimportant-it is a breakup
[00:19.553]and it is a lovely marriage of words and music written by Stephen Sondheim
[00:34.343]Isn’t it rich
[00:38.590]Are we a pair
[00:44.340]Me here at last on the ground
[00:48.848]And you in mid-air
[00:55.850]Send in the clowns
[01:03.050]Isn’t it bliss
[01:07.568]Don’t you approve
[01:12.306]One who keeps tearing around
[01:15.310]And one who can’t move
[01:24.038]But where are the clowns
[01:29.541]Send in the clowns
[01:35.044]Just when I stopped opening doors
[01:42.287]Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours
[01:51.037]Making my entrance again with my usual flair
[01:55.784]Sure of my lines
[02:03.183]Nobody is there
[02:09.622]Don’t you love farce
[02:16.583]My fault I fear
[02:21.837]I thought that you’d want what I want
[02:25.342]Sorry, my dear
[02:32.823]But where are the clowns
[02:37.582]Send in the clowns
[02:42.091]Don’t bother, they’re here
[02:51.028]Isn’t it rich
[02:57.285]Isn’t it queer
[03:01.242]Losing my timing this late in my career
[03:12.233]But where are the clowns
[03:17.490]Send in the clowns
[03:22.498]Well, maybe next year

作词 : Stephen Sondheim
作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
This is a song about couple of adult people who have spent, oh, quiet a long time together
till one day one of them gets restless and decides to leave
whether it is the man or woman who left is unimportant-it is a breakup
and it is a lovely marriage of words and music written by Stephen Sondheim
Isn’t it rich
Are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
And you in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn’t it bliss
Don’t you approve
One who keeps tearing around
And one who can’t move
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
Nobody is there
Don’t you love farce
My fault I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear
But 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
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Well, maybe next year