Farewell, Angelina (OST Провинциалка)

Farewell angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the [bad word] play slow
Farewell angelina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.

Theres no need for anger
Theres no need for blame
Theres nothing to prove
Evrythings still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave.

The jacks and queens
Have forsaked the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell angelina
The sky is folding
Ill see you in a while.

See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighbors they clap
And they cheer with each blast
Farewell angelina
The skys changing color
And I must leave fast.

King kong, little elves
On the rooftoops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the make-up mans hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell angelina
The sky is embarrassed
And I must be gone.

The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
Farewell angelina
The sky is [bad word] 
I must go where its quiet.