Lyrics:

Rîdeti, rîdeti, rîdeti, rîdeti, cu pamînt cu tot
Pîna cînd va mai suporta ultimul Charlot.
Nu de el cînd rîdeti, rîdeti, rîdeti voi de voi,
Ca sunteti grabiti si cinici si inculti si goi.
Charlie Chaplin calca-n dodii cu pantofi strîmbati,
Hohotiti dar n-aveti stire voi ce strîmb calcati.
Face el cum face rata si e caraghios
Dar ce cîrduri mari de rate trec în sus si-n jos.

Refren:
O, Charlie Chaplin,, înger vagabond
Hai, batrîne, vino de sub orizont.
O, Charlie Chaplin, hohot interzis
Redeschide teatrul ce ni l-au închis!

Nu mai sunt deloc parale, casierii, tristi,
Astazi dau autografe, nu bani la artisti.
S-au nascut prea multi pragmatici, muzica nu pot,
Hai, Pamînt, reaminteste-ti ca ai fost Charlot!
Un sofer cu leafa mica si cu mult umor
Mi te-a readus în minte ca pe-un luptator.
Ca ai fost al celor simpli si al lor ramîi,
Peste toata lumea veche hohotul dintîi.

Refren

Lautarii împrumuta bani pentru sacîz,
Cifra noastra de afaceri hohotul de rîs.
Facem banca mondiala si bagam în ea
Rîsul saracimii triste, ca dobînzi sa dea.
Nu exista omenie unde nu esti tu,
Ca tu esti curajul nostru de a spune NU!
Învîrteste-te prin Cosmos, spune ce-ai de spus,
Între-atîtea stele moarte tu Planeta Rîs!



TRAD


Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, the earth with all
Until last longer supports Charlot.
Not when he laugh, laugh, laugh made ??you,
That you are in a hurry and cynical and illiterate and naked.
Charlie Chaplin shoe tread-n crooked tongues,
Peal but I'll have news that crooked iron.
Face it like a duck and make it funny
But the large flocks of ducks going up and down.

Chorus:
A Charlie Chaplin tramp,, angel
Come on, old man, come under the horizon.
Oh, Charlie Chaplin, peal banned
Reopen theater that we have closed!

There are no shakes, cashiers, sad,
Today give autographs, no money to artists.
They were born too many pragmatists, music can not
Come on, Earth, remind yourself that you were Charlot!
A driver with low wages and with humor
I brought you back to mind as a fighter.
That you were of the simple and their ramie,
Everyone older than roar first.

Chorus

Fiddlers borrow money to Rosin,
Our turnover laughter.
We are the World Bank and we put in it
The poor sad laughter as interest to give.
There is humanity which is not you,
That you are our courage to say NO!
Cosmos turns on by yourself, say what you say,
So many stars in you dying planet laughter!