Someware in a swamp
Of ugly canes
There was
An old castle
With long hangings
In water
In this castle
Standed Bozo
The sailor son
Landlord
Of this wobble palace
Trough the hublot
Of his castle
Bozo
Could see come in
His invités
Powdered
Old horses
Draging coaches
And fairy Carabosse
They were all there
Except she he wanted
You will guess
This true story
Is sad to drunk
As Bozo
Fool of the place
Is in love
His true love
Hasn't come
It as been said
Understand this
She is not true...
Nor the castle
With long hangings
In water
Nor musicians
Dressed with gracefull
Linen
Only Bozo
Wearing his skin
The sailor son
Playing in water
With an old raft
If you come around
By this country
By night
There's a beacon
As a signal
For a ball
Dance, sing
Arms embraced
To solace
Poor Bozo
Crying on his raft