He quickly lifts his foot with the shoe that is much too big,
then does a cartwheel,
and all the children watch him.
He runs ´smiles all the time
and he can't stop,
with red and white color
inseparable on his face.
The green harem pants,
red hair, colorful hat,
belongs to the facade,
to the wall he is building.
Stone after stone around him
no look ever penetrates it.
Who wants to know whether a clown
will still sing after the show?
Take a look into his world,
as soon as the curtain falls.
During the show If he is the star,
he is the great hero.
In the arena of life he is always just a marginal figure,
In his own film he is only a supporting role...
The clown with the sad eyes!
The clown with the sad eyes!
The look in the mirror,
none of what we saw.
A lonely tear
runs its course through the make-up.
The eternal smile is blurred,
reveals reality,
but there is no one present
to help him, to share it with him.
The clown is the symbol
for many I know.
In the front there is a masquerade,
in the back there is pain that torments endlessly,
but the one thing is what is wrong holds...
Take a look into his world,
as soon as the curtain falls.
During the show he is the star,
the big hero.
In the arena of life, always just a marginal figure,
Only a supporting role in your own film...
The clown with the sad eyes!
The clown with the sad eyes!

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