Der Zirkus darf nicht sterben

He was a king but his kingdom was small
A traveling circus under a gray tent
And this round of glitter, dream and illusion
Was a wonderful magical world

He loved seeing the children's eyes shine
Her laughter made him rich and happy
He often could not pay the debts
And worked for it day and night
He had nothing to leave to his son
As this wish the circus must not die

Mold come on, it can't go on
Your art is no longer worth anything
Please tell me which rider
Already buys a circus horse

Don't look at me like that, my brown one
We lost our game
Only the butcher of these crooks
Still pays a pittance

The son persevered and stayed in the circus wagon
With him the need from old tradition
He bravely made his way through the world
Who became poorer without illusion

But even if the cash register was no longer filled
The sparkle in the children’s eyes remained
When the colorful wonderland was revealed
This was his last will when he wrote

You will never acquire great treasures
Nevertheless, the circus must not die

A piece of sugar and my mold
There's no longer enough oats
Soon you will be in horse heaven
Don't make saying goodbye so difficult

Brown dreams of the days
As you proudly in the bright light
Carried your head so high
Then you won't feel the end

It's over, the grandson is packing his satchel
There is a little boy standing next to him and laughing
When will you let your horses dance again
When will the clown who always makes jokes come

Expectant children's eyes shine
And that's more than the damn money
As long as they still pay with this coin
Does the circus dream belong to their world
Don't smash this children's wonderland to pieces
Everyone help, the circus must not die

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