King Crimson Lizard. Мультфильм Сказка Сказок, реж. Юрий Норштейн

King Crimson Cirkus (including Entry of the Chameleons) Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds, Fused my dust from a light year, Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon, Strung my warp across time. Gave me each horse, sunrise and graveyard, Told me only I was her; Bid me face the east closed me in questions Built the sky for my Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty Zebra ride to the Cirkus, Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox glove Which wrote on my tongue Pushed me down a slide to the arena, Megaphonium fanfare In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster Bid me join the Worship cried the clown. I m a T. V. Making bandsmen go clockwork, See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman; Bareback ladies have Strongmen by his feet, platespinning statesman, Acrobatically juggling Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers Lest the mirror stop