Niño Payaso [English translation]

The pieces of my puppet suit shine,

they spin in the lying cardboard night.

Dangerous cherubs watch my back,

old drunks who give me their blessing.

The gates of reason open,

comes down from heaven, gets on the truck,

clown child, the curtains go up

stage light, constelation.

I have a tin coin in my pocket

and the yellow wheat of your hair like a sun.

The moon keeps your silences and my tears,

I had the fortune of having your heart.

The gates of reason open,

comes down from heaven, gets on the truck,

clown child, the curtains go up

stage light, constelation.

I bring scars of battles I've lost,

proofs that destiny kept for today.

I have the head of my old enemies,

they toast with me for doing me what I am.

The gates of reason open,

comes down from heaven, gets on the truck,

clown child, the curtains go up

stage light, constelation.

I have a pigeon, a candle and a feather,

and the love in a letter that is arriving.

Towards the horizon and before starting the flight

I hang from your sky a federal star.

The gates of reason open,

comes down from heaven, gets on the truck,

clown child, the curtains go up

stage light, constelation.