The Fifth Pierrot

At two in the morning, in the darkened streets, who will be tonight's victim?
Bad kids get their punishment, that's the clown's job.
What I learned from Santa, the world is full of mistakes.
The fifth clown dances again in the night.
A painted face, a goofy boy stabs a fat pig with a silver knife.

Tonight's wild Pierrot, a circus with no audience.
Play the flute for that moon, then shift from black to red.
Today, the mad Pierrot dances like crazy, the cage of temptation is now open.
The beast that jumped through the fire ring wanders the streets.

With gentle, dark eyes, the seventh magician tries to lure me away.
He whispered sweetly, trying to escape from here.
I told Santa about it,
There was a traitor, you see.
The next day, the magician vanished without a trace.

Gently stroking the clown's head,
Santa's hand, it felt just like...

Today’s work for the Pierrot, waiting in the alley with the key for his prey.
Suddenly, a loud bang echoes, then it shifts from black to red.
My chest hurts, Pierrot, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.
Standing silently right in front of me.

The eighth sniper.

Tonight's wild Pierrot, I closed my eyes, feeling so sleepy.
In my dreams, I see my real mom and dad smiling.
The Pierrot who won’t dance anymore,
So I said let’s run away,
It was the seventh magician who whispered that and laughed.