[00:00.00] 作词 : Sondheim
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:29.35]Isn't it rich?
[00:30.85]
[00:33.93]Are we a pair?
[00:35.10]
[00:38.55]Me here at last on the ground,
[00:41.38]
[00:42.64]You in mid-air..
[00:44.71]
[00:47.35]Where are the clowns?
[00:48.85]
[00:57.18]Isn't it bliss?
[00:59.12]
[01:01.96]Don't you approve?
[01:04.16]
[01:06.63]One who keeps tearing around,
[01:08.77]
[01:10.23]One who can't move...
[01:12.20]
[01:15.09]Where are the clowns?
[01:17.09]
[01:19.66]Send in the clowns.
[01:21.62]
[01:24.77]Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
[01:30.02]
[01:33.07]Finally knowing the one
[01:35.76]that I wanted was yours.
[01:38.40]
[01:41.36]Making my entrance
[01:43.21]again with my usual flair
[01:47.16]
[01:49.64]Sure of my lines...
[01:51.32]
[01:54.72]No one is there.
[01:57.42]
[02:05.44]Don't you love farce?
[02:07.38]
[02:10.37]My fault, I fear.
[02:12.40]
[02:15.27]I thought that you'd
[02:16.88]want what I want...
[02:18.70]Sorry, my dear!
[02:21.42]
[02:24.21]And where are the clowns
[02:25.70]
[02:30.32]Send in the clowns
[02:31.90]
[02:34.98]Don't bother, they're here.
[02:38.03]
[03:12.31]Isn't it rich?
[03:14.21]
[03:17.40]Isn't it queer?
[03:18.49]
[03:22.08]Losing my timing this
[03:24.99]late in my career.
[03:28.16]
[03:30.74]And where are the clowns?
[03:32.60]
[03:36.77]There ought to be clowns...
[03:39.57]
[03:45.06]Well, maybe next year.
[03:52.41]

作词 : Sondheim
作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
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.