He is there, yes he is there... Which? The clown!

This rascal, this joker who plays in my heart. Funambulist who saunters on the wire of my dreams.

Clown! You are there, in me,

To be wonders, king-sun, innocent, ingenuous child and charming Clown!

You are my best friend, my sister, my brother of blood.

You are my cheerfulness, my spontaneous laughter.

You are also my tears when I am cold or when I am afraid.

You live without constraints in one permanent present.

You avoided of a jump traps of the reason, the mechanics of the statistics, wars of the soldiers and the pride of the experts guided by the Love and simplicity.

You cheeks with all the plays, even most facetious!

You never sought to like.

You obeyed only the voice of the heart.

You been unaware of hypocrisy and misfortune, resentment and culpability.

No snigger of hatred soils your breath.

Your smile always smiles, your laughter with the life always known as yes Clown!

You are there, and I greet you!

Circus of my days, make disappear all the undertaker's assistants equipped with black, all serious little old woman, and without audacity which with brandy make Clown ice!

Deliver to me spoilsports, those which have a rifle machine gunner in the place of the heart, those which to reign are ready with all to crush Clown!

Make laugh to me and to whirl, make laugh all the children who sleep in my dreams.