Amor de payaso · Francisco Canaro · 1931

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Ríe, mi pobre payaso tu falsa alegría. Vamos, que el público paga y él quiere reír, qué importa que tengas el alma a pedazos y que luego llores en tu camarín. Luce tu cara pintada con raros colores vamos, que el público grita de tanto esperar. La pista te llama, payaso, no llores supieras lo feo que es verte llorar. Y en su camarín el payaso aquel, desahogó por fin su tristeza cruel. Y volvió a leer lleno de dolor, el blanco papel donde ella escribió: Mi payaso, adiós, no te quiero más, me voy con mi amor a buscar la paz. Luego, dos lágrimas turbias besaron sus ojos. Hizo el payaso una mueca queriendo reír, rezó una plegaria postrado de hinojos y frente al espejo volcó su sentir. Sobre su vieja maleta lo halló un compañero junto al retrato de novia que no pudo ser, y el circo esa noche lloró lastimero por aquel payaso que tuvo un querer.

English · machine translation

Laugh, my poor clown, your false gladness. Come on, the public pays and wants to laugh, what does it matter if your soul is in pieces and that afterward you weep in your dressing room. Show off your face painted in strange colours come on, the public is shouting from so much waiting. The ring is calling you, clown, don't weep if you knew how ugly it is to see you weeping. And in his dressing room that clown, let out at last his cruel sadness. And he read again full of pain, the white paper where she had written: My clown, goodbye, I don't love you any more, I'm going with my love to look for peace. Then two clouded tears kissed his eyes. The clown made a grimace, trying to laugh, he said a prayer down on his knees and in front of the mirror poured out his feeling. Over his old suitcase a companion found him beside the portrait of the bride who never was, and the circus that night wept pitifully for that clown who had a love.