"Principe, principe ¿quien te robo la corona?" Little clown prince, you thief of frowns, saddest face, most open heart of all the clowns Your graceful wife, your weightless jest condemns to shadows all the rest Oh wooden saint, oh wondrous boy, so strange and so sweet, the marque lights slip beneath your feet How high and well you waltz and dip! Nimble step upon the wire, hand on dandy hip With crimson sash and pride unfuried You float above this stinking world You part our seas, you fill our cup We laugh and cry until we cry "Enough!" You feign to fall and women tug their hair They gasp in fear as you skip across the air Let them weep, let them burn for you Where were they when they could have learned from you? Let them weep, let them burn for you Where were they? Little clown prince, you thief of frowns Same dawn table every night, you knock them down Friday night spreads out against the sky Men and women drinking take-home pay Fluorescent lights, a dab of powder, a splash of grease paint The trash floats in, the scum floats out They sweep under the bar what they can't kick out This land of tears, such a secret place This land of tears, such a secret place Only a dollar for the prince of clowns, only a dollar and he'll steal your frowns, only a dollar for his tinsel crown Only a dollar for the prince of clowns "No Llores mi nino lagrimas, lagrimas en secretos ocultos"