Edyta Geppert - Cyrk

Hey, dear Madams and Sirs, in just a moment
Some find it funny, others are moved
Roses, angels and butterflies
A magician will pull out from his hat
Here it comes, the orchestra on cue
The audience delighted - in how he wears his jacket
Someone throws a rose from the loges nearby
The maestro takes a bow, gives a sign
And suddenly in his hand, blooming
A storm of violet and crimson
The splendor of the flowers' variety
Which into a bird in a blink he will transmute

Because such is the Circus, happy tears
From thunderous applause the tent is shaking
Sequins, gold, the lights' luminescence
A Lion on a swing, the snap of a whip
In much to large, the red haired Bim
Not a bad actor he once was
Romeo, Hamlet, Conrad, Sid
But no one remembers it
Behind a jester's mask he hides his face
Take a good look - you know this mask, you know
Because it's the circus, the music plays
And a bitter smile, a joyful tear

There is no fear, nor danger
Gentlemen, ladies and maidens
The tiger isn't biting, he's doing somersaults
Though the trainer, she's without one arm
There on a horse the sole director
In her hand she wields power and two whips
The heaving bosoms of gorgeous dames
And there, in the orchestra, silently she plays
Dressed up as a red haired monkey
A funny looking lady hunchback, crying in secret
Who just happens to be in Love
And now there is no magic here, only life.