Listen to this air
It's a banal story
About that earthworm
in love with a star
Which often makes
the big ones weep...
Two little bootees of white satin
On a clowns heart were dancing merrily
They turned, turned, turned, turned
Turned always
The more they turned, the more they suffered from lovesickness
Two little bootees and over them
The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen
Under long light, light hair
And which they needed to adore
Vermilion nose
The hut over the temple
Like a butterfly
Under the spotlights
By night, he played
But while the people
Laughed...
Two little bootees of white satin
On a clowns heart were dancing merrily
They've turned, turned, turned that on one summer eve
The clowns heart puffed out and stopped
Two little bootees of white satin
On a clowns heart were dancing merrily
At age of twenty, we do not always know
That even a clown, can die of broken heart