Clown Bossa Nova Version

The clown's fall down, the clown stand up. He sobs artificial tears. He drink but a drop, little fall on a Cup. He crying but the audience cheers. And after the circus is empty at last, His eyes are so faded and clear. He think of the future, he think of the Past. He's tears seem insincere. But nobody wants to know That clowns can also cry. The audience waits for show, So clown you'd better try To hide all your grief and sorrow, To mask all your fails in lie. The audience waits for show, So clown just make them laugh. He dance about, he awkwardly sings. His soul is full of elation. The clown is ready for spreading the wings. The circus is his inspiration. But when the performance is over at night, He feel all loneliness but. It kill his emotion and boils on inside. He cries and his wings lie above. But nobody wants to know that clowns Can also cry. The audience waits for show, So clown you'd better try to hide all your Grief and sorrow, To mask all your fails in lie. The audience waits for show, So clown just make, just make them Laugh.