My sadness is a laugh tonight, the blankest one I’ve ever tried. And I’m as sad as a smile, the one of the clown I am. A Pierrot’s tear that never fades. Loneliness is me tonight, under this circus starry sky. So far away from home, didn’t rest this coffin-shaped heart I am. A Pierrot’s make up that doesn’t change. The wind blows sounds, but your voice. The sand has every shape, but your face. And you cry the hole i am. A Pierrot’s world I belong to.