Sunday Circus Song
He's lonely
Sitting by the mirror
Awakened by the horses
In circles
Running in the circus
His red nose
Looking damaged in the mirror
Cause no one has replaced it
He's dressed now
Ready to make fun of...
He loves sundays
And every place
Where his circus stays
He's lonely
He's sitting by the mirror
Still broken
Undressed now
Ready for a new town
He loves sundays
And every place
Where his circus stays
They love his show
Thir favourite part
That gives them a laugh
They love his show
Their favourite part
Relaxes their hearts
He loves sundays
And every place
Where his circus stays
Canción del Circo de Domingo
Está solo
Sentado frente al espejo
Despertado por los caballos
En círculos
Corriendo en el circo
Su nariz roja
Se ve dañada en el espejo
Porque nadie la ha reemplazado
Está vestido ahora
Listo para burlarse de...
Él ama los domingos
Y cada lugar
Donde su circo se queda
Está solo
Sentado frente al espejo
Todavía roto
Desnudo ahora
Listo para una nueva ciudad
Él ama los domingos
Y cada lugar
Donde su circo se queda
Aman su espectáculo
Su parte favorita
Que les hace reír
Aman su espectáculo
Su parte favorita
Relaja sus corazones
Él ama los domingos
Y cada lugar
Donde su circo se queda
Escrita por: Magnus Sveningsson / Peter Svensson