Necesito Una Nariz de Payaso, ¿No Me Prestás La Tuya?

Finding a way
To laugh at ourselves
We sold a vulnerable story
Belly with hairs
Exposing the ugly part of my humanity
It was fake
We loved success
Remember that even if they do our makeup poorly
They will still love it
The circus act
Sharpening the axe
Of the executioner
I need a nose
Your nose (clown's)
Excuse me if I sing softly
Softer
Almost always
What is not seen
Softer
There is nothing worse
Than lighting a firecracker
And not realizing
Discovering oneself in the van
Of those without a neighborhood
Sharpening the axe
Of the executioner
I need a nose
I need your nose
A clown nose to contain me
Disguising ourselves as what we cannot be
Because even if they do our makeup poorly
They will still love it.