Circo soledad [English translation]

There's clowns with smiles full of color

That laugh so they can hide how much it hurts

Trapeze artists with ties like they're misters

And buffoons like plagues on the TV

In the circus what bores, entertains you

There's doggies leaping like fools

And elephants directing a ministry

Hitmen with pleasant nicknames

Acrobats of motorcycle and cemetery

In the circus if it doesn't kill, it's a cure

Mimes without liberty

The soul dies if you are a marionette

Circus of solitude

The crisis jubilation to another poet

Truths that carry traps in the suitcase

Characters that so love the proletariat

That turn to wizards if they're multiplies

Hunchback like proper dromedaries

To hide what Sunday purifies

In the circus if you're close they splash you

There will always be a good beast tamer for whomever lets himself

And harlequins that lend themselves to buy them

There's the tiger who eats whomever complains

And the horse you caress in order to mount

In the circus he who thinks needs to be scared

Mimes without liberty

The soul dies if you are a marionette

Circus of solitude

The crisis jubilation to another poet

The circus survives with pirouettes

Will you be the firebreather or the buffoon

He who throws knives or the fakir

Will you be the ticket seller or the patron

Or he who steps on others to rise up

Mimes without liberty

The soul dies if you are a marionette

Circus of solitude

The crisis jubilation to another poet

And a child receiving the mail

• Artist:Ricardo Arjona
• Album:Circo soledad (2017)