La Muchacha del Circo

I’m the girl from the circus.
For a coin, I’ll give
A bit of humble beauty,
A touch of warm emotion.
I’m the girl from the circus.
Down these roads, I roam,
Tight in my silk bodysuit,
Handing out to everyone
Flowers of hope.

Hanging from the fragile trapeze,
Her graceful body seems, when she leaps,
Like a white dove that to the sky,
With wild longing, wants to fly.
While the crowd,
Excited,
Watches anxiously her death-defying act,
Under the tent
Of the old circus,
A chill of death is felt passing through.

There goes the girl from the circus;
She finds no comfort or love,
Gives happiness to others
And suffers misery and pain.
Finally, one night, her hand,
Tired, loosened from the trapeze
And... poor girl from the circus!
Searching for applause,
She found death.