Clown

My night of solitude comes falling down.
As if pouring down from the frozen creasent moon.

My true heart, that was hidden behind a mask of tears and smiles. Was somewhere, sometime left behind.

I'm acting in the spotlight, The happiness I thought I had lost, The sadness I thought I had forgotten.
The solitude...I continue to act them out.

Even if I'm tired of dreaming,
Even if my love has been betrayed.
I am a clown, with my empty heart, without even any memories, only looking on.

Soon I will walk out into the spotlight,
Embracing the lies. Tonight, again the curtain will rise.

I am lingering in the shadow of tears and smiles.
My true heart is only painting over myself.
I have been acting for so long. The happiness I was sure I had thrown away, the sadness I had locked away, I create a smile and put it on.

The sensitivity of the children whose small eyes sparkle...
Before their accepting hearts,
That would believe any invented thing,
My mask crumbles and falls...

I am so inexperienced in being loved,
I don't know how to give love, either.
A clown, that for just one sparkling moment felt something well up in his heart and knew what it meant to cry...

A clown that knew what it meant to cry...