The circu


The swords swallower died,
he swallowed his tongue,
all the others do not understand.
A clown smiles with pain,
the lions jump through hoops of fire,
the elephants obediently kneel,
the children laugh and enjoy
how the pigeons pull a dog in a cart.

The circus is a circus
death, is death.
Nobody swallows swords anymore,
he swallows uselessly
the unfortunate happening,
the circus moves to another city.