El circo - La Pandilla

Sí, porque el circo siempre se va.

El circo no tiene raíces, no puede tenerlas.

No puede encariñarse con ninguna tierra

Porque hay muchas tierras esperando.

Hay pocos circos y millones de chicos.

Y no debe quedar en el mundo

Ni un solo chico que no haya

Presenciado al menos una vez

La magia inolvidable del circo.

Por eso, porque siempre hay un niño que espera

El circo tiene prisa y esté donde esté

Se marcha una noche dejando su huella

Para amanecer en otra ciudad.

Ya sobre la explanada

Hasta el cielo, la luna

Gritando en las fachadas

Y luces segadoras

El circo se levanta y sube otra giganta

Y vas adelante, siempre ambulante,

En un constante andar.

De los payasos y bravos domadores,

Muchos, muchos aplausos además

Con los leones, elefantes sifones

Y algún malabarista sin igual.

Equilibristas, valientes trapecistas

Que juntos en la pista los verán

Cruzar de un lado a otro

Con toda su alegría y su gran fantasía

Aquí está.

El circo por caminos llevó trayendo

Para ti lo mejor,

Gitanos voladores, payasos domadores

Y un mundo de colores de amor.

Esto es el circo que enseñó su cantar.

El circo viene, pasa y se va.

Vez algo en los ojos,

Sueños de globos rojos

El circo cantando se va.

Lleva en su limón valor

Ecos de tu niñez

Lleva prendido el corazón

Que le diste al despedirte

al compás de su canción.

El circo enseñó su cantar

El circo viene, pasa y se va

Dejando en tu garganta

La calle que te canta,

El circo cantando se va.

El circo enseño su cantar

El circo viene, pasa y se va

Dejando en tu garganta

La calle que te canta

El circo cantando se va

Se va el circo,

Se va el circo

El circo, el circo se va.

Yes, because the circus always leaves.

The circus has no roots, it cannot have them.

Can't get attached to no land

Because there are many lands waiting.

There are few circuses and millions of boys.

And it must not remain in the world

Not a single guy who isn't

Witnessed at least once

The unforgettable magic of the circus.

For this reason, because there is always a child waiting

The circus is in a hurry and wherever it is

He leaves one night leaving his mark

To dawn in another city.

Already on the esplanade

Up to the sky, the moon

Screaming at the facades

And mowing lights

The circus rises and another giantess rises

And you go forward, always wandering,

In a constant walk.

Of the clowns and brave tamers,

Lots of applause too

With lions, siphoning elephants

And some peerless juggler.

Tightrope walkers, brave trapeze artists

That together on the track they will see them

cross from one side to the other

With all his joy and his great fantasy

Here it is.

The circus along roads led bringing

For you the best,

Flying gypsies, taming clowns

And a world of colors of love.

This is the circus that taught her to sing.

The circus comes, passes and leaves.

You see something in the eyes

dreams of red balloons

The singing circus leaves.

It carries value in its lemon

echoes of your childhood

Keep your heart on

What did you say when you said goodbye

to the beat of her song of hers.

The circus taught their singing

The circus comes, passes and goes

Leaving in your throat

The street that sings to you

The singing circus leaves.

The circus taught her to sing

The circus comes, passes and goes

Leaving in your throat

The street that sings to you

The singing circus leaves

the circus leaves

the circus leaves

The circus, the circus is leaving.