Son los artistas, equilibristas

They are the artists, tightrope walkers

Son los artistas, equilibristas

They are the artists, tightrope walkersSon los artistas, equilibristas

They are like children, seeking shelter,Son como niños, buscando abrigo,
sad birds, dreaming of friends.pájaros tristes, soñando amigos.
Between delirium and sanity,Entre el delirio y la cordura,
they play their dreams of madness.juegan sus sueños de locura.
Without the artists, tightrope walkers,Sin los artistas, equilibristas,
on the scaffold of their deceptions.en el andamio de sus engaños.
They come and go without rest,Vienen y van sin descansar,
masters of the air, jesters, friarsmagos del aire, bufones, frailes
of a God of colorful crystals.de un Dios de cristales de color.
From laughter to pain and from tears to love,De la risa al dolor y del llanto al amor,
from drama to comedy, there is everything in the fairdel drama a la comedia, hay de todo en la feria
when a man raises his curtain.cuando levanta un hombre su telón.
They live day by day, they suffer and hope,Viven al día, sufren y esperan,
they are important, they are immigrants.son importantes, son emigrantes.
They found stages, they are adored,Fundan tablados, son adorados,
they are well loved, they are insulted.son bien amados, son insultados.
They are good people among the people.Son buena gente entre la gente.
They spend their bad hours alone.Pasan a solas sus malas horas.
Applause and failures, there are the artists,Aplausos y fracasos, ahí están los artistas,
putting their heart into life.poniéndole a la vida el corazón.