Un Gran Circo

It is difficult to walk
In a strange place
Where hunger is seen
Like a circus in action
There is no curtain in the streets
So you can look
As a rich spectator
I invite you to our city

In a corner it is very easy
that you can see
To a child who works and pretends to smile
Thrown balls to live
He's just another bad clown to you
You can also unintentionally see
To a skinny stranger, great fakir
Who lives and lives without eating
Throwing fire

This city is a great circus
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop

This place is magical
The more poverty there is
More joy is seen
In the streets there is color
There is no saxophone missing
At the end of the function
There in the box of honor
No one will be able to laugh anymore
No one will be able to laugh anymore

Laugh, laugh, laugh

This city is a great circus
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop