The curtain was closing, tomorrow it's all over again
All the same ungrateful-hungry crowd
Serve the show and the bread and give the white prince
This is the sad life of an unknown artist
Mom, I'm sorry, I have to lie to these people
Smiling, this is not joy, but work and everyday life.
This is a profession, you have to make sacrifices
But who will look into the soul and who will see this
This sadness and sadness, almost despair
Find your love, well, where is that pier
She is an actress, and I'm so for fun
And will not notice me, as if I were a shadow
Lord help me smile now
Not like on stage, but just for real
The lights go out, clap, look this is it
A lone sad clown enters the scene
# applause, old scene, show
On our stage there is a sad clown
Help, the artist’s soul prays
Only sad people will see this sadness
Closed curtain, applause
And in those moments I want freedom so much
Forget adversity, or cut the film
Like a daw in a cage, here we are not free
This smile, simulated scenes
This is priceless, the script for this play is simple.
They hide the truth, hide under treason
And you're on stage, come on, no questions asked
And you are serious, like a sad clown
One among the crowd of hypocrites and actors
Under the stern gaze of a resentful past
Goodbye, goodbye, you're abandoned
Everyone wants a show, what do you want?
From the void your heart broke
And beyond the purity of the sad fuss
You missed the mark, we close the door.
