Within a chest of vulgar hypocrisy
In front of people I hide my ruin
A clown with a cheerful mask,
But inside I have a broken heart.
On the fatal road of my destiny,
A bad woman crossed my path.
I'm a troupe that plays with my life,
But I feel like my love is lost.
Clown, I'm a sad clown,
That hides my failure
With smiles and cheerfulness
Which fill me with terror.
Clown, I'm a sad clown,
Who in the middle of the night
Loses himself in gloom
With his weeping and laughter.
I can't sustain my mask,
In front of the world I'm laughing
And inside my chest
My heart suffers.
Clown, I'm a sad clown,
Who in the middle of the night
Loses himself in gloom
With his weeping and laughter.
I can't sustain my mask,
In front of the world I'm laughing,
And inside my chest
My heart suffers.
Clown...clown...