El bufón

Here I am again dressed as a jester looking for a lie
that makes me smile, that takes away the pain and brings back the poetry
Here, here I am again, dressed as a clown looking for a trick to hide my failure
and here I am again...
I dressed as a jester just to try to disguise with my attire
the tears that remain inside me.
I dressed as a jester just to draw attention with my silence
because no one heard me scream inside, heard me scream inside.
Why do I want to hold my head so high? Who do I want to deceive?
If I can't listen to anyone without hearing myself, to anyone without seeing my loneliness
and here I am again.
I dressed as a jester just to try to disguise with my attire
the tears that remain inside me.
I dressed as a jester just to draw attention with my silence
because no one heard me scream inside.
It's not that I don't want to see (it's that you haven't tried)
I've never tried to see (what's on the other side)
I dressed as a jester...