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| Circo Soledad | Loneliness Circus |
| Hay payasos con sonrisas de colores Que se ríen pa' ocultar cuánto les duele. Trapecistas con corbata y de señores Y bufones como plagas en la tele En el circo lo que aburre te entretiene Hay perritos dando saltos como bobos Y elefantes dirigiendo ministerios Sicarios con simpáticos apodos Acrobatas de moto y cementerio. En el circo si no mata es un remedio Coro: Mimos sin libertad. El alma muere si eres marioneta. Circo de soledad. La crisis jubiló a otro poeta. Primera vez Verdades que traen trampa en la maleta Segunda vez El circo sobrevive con piruetas Tercera vez Y un niño recibiendo la estafeta Personajes que aman tanto al proletario Que se vuelven magos y los multiplican. Joroba como buenos dromedarios Pa' ocultar lo que el domingo purifican. En el circo si estás cerca te salpican Siempre habrá un buen domador pa'l que se deje Y arlequines que se presten pa' comprarlos. Está el tigre que se come al que se queje Y el caballo que acaricias pa' montarlo. En el circo al que piensa hay que asustarlo Coro ¿Serás el tira fuego o el bufón? ¿Quien tire los cuchillos o el faquir? ¿Serás el boletero o el patrón O el que aplaste a los otros pa' subir? Coro |
There are clowns with colourful smiles That laugh in order to hide how much they are hurting. Trapeze artists with gentlemen's ties And buffoons like plagues on the telly In the circus, what is boring entertains you There are puppies jumping like idiots And elephants directing ministries Hitmen with cute nicknames Acrobats of motorcycle and cemetery. In the circus, if it does not kill it is a remedy Chorus: Mimes without freedom. Your soul dies if you are a puppet. Circus of loneliness. Crisis retired another poet. First time Truths that bring catches in their suitcase Second time The circus survives with pirouettes Third time And a child receiving the torch Personalities who love the ordinary folk so much That they become magicians and multiply them. A hump like good dromedaries In order to hide what they purify on Sunday. In the circus, if you are nearby they will splash you There will always be a good tamer for whoever allows it And harlequins that volunteer in order to buy them. It is the tiger that eats whoever complains And the horse that you caress in order to mount it. In the circus you have to frighten whoever can think Chorus Will you be the fire eater or the jester? The one who throws knives or the fakir? Will you be the ticket seller or the boss Or the one that steps on the others in order to rise? Chorus |