Paroles et traduction Alexandra - Der große Clown

Der große Clown

Sein Leben war das Zirkuszelt,
Sein Inhalt, seine ganze Welt,
Wo es grad stand, war er zu Haus,
Der große Clown.
Es hat geweint sein Saxophon,
Ein Kinderlachen war sein Lohn,
Er neigte tief sich dem Applaus,
Der große Clown.
Als er noch jung war, ohne Netz,
Schwang von Trapez zu Trapez,
Ganz schwerelos schien er im Raum,
Der große Clown.

Der große Clown geht heim,
Der große Clown geht heim,
Er kommt sicher in den Himmel,
Denn er hat die Menschen froh gemacht.

Die Frau trug er sehr früh zu Grab,
Die Tochter stürzte später ab - vom Seil,
Da hat er sehr geweint,
Der große Clown.
Er trug die Schminke dicker auf,
Stieg in die Zirkuskuppel rauf,
Denn da war er mit ihr vereint,
Der große Clown.
Sein Leben war die große Schau,
Er fand nie wieder eine Frau,
Er fand nur selten einen Freund,
Der große Clown.

Die schwarzen Haare wurden weiß,
Man schob ihn auf das Abstellgleis,
Ein Pausenclown,
Das wurde aus dem großen Clown.
Die Maske totenweiß geschminkt,
Der Rücken krumm, ein Bein, das hinkt,
Das Publikum, das lacht ihn aus,
Den großen Clown.
Im Regen stehn Wohnwagen hier,
Artisten stehn rum und frier'n,
Die große Schau, die ist nun aus,
Mein großer Clown.

Der große Clown geht heim,
Der große Clown geht heim,
Er kommt sicher in den Himmel,
Denn er hat die Menschen froh gemacht.

The Great Clown

His life was the circus tent,
Its contents, his whole world,
Wherever it stood, there was his home,
The great clown.
His saxophone has wept,
A child's laughter was his reward,
He bowed deeply to the applause,
The great clown.
When he was young, without a net,
He swung from trapeze to trapeze,
He seemed weightless in the air,
The great clown.

The great clown is going home,
The great clown is going home,
He will surely go to heaven,
For he has made people happy.

His wife was buried early,
His daughter later fell from the rope,
Then he wept very much,
The great clown.
He put on his make-up thicker,
He climbed into the circus dome,
For there he was reunited with her,
The great clown.
His life was the great show,
He never found another woman,
He rarely found a friend,
The great clown.

His black hair turned white,
He was put on the siding,
An intermission clown,
That is what became of the great clown.
His mask was painted dead white,
His back was bent, one leg was lame,
The audience laughs at him,
The great clown.
In the rain, caravans stand here,
Performers stand around and freeze,
The great show is over now,
My great clown.

The great clown is going home,
The great clown is going home,
He will surely go to heaven,
For he has made people happy.