Character: Mr. X

- I insist, throw a circus.
- You will be shocked that my real name, it is yours, emblazoned on posters? It confuses you?
- Yes, every time I die, suddenly you fall... fall and break? Still I am your wife...

Noble, wealthy I was, in the world brilliant lived
Secular mask I wore.
I was bold and brave, I threw what I had
The mask of a clown I put on.
The mask I have now removed, just him was
Happiness forever lost.
The experience I will have for the future - the mask forever barred
That's my destiny and hard rock.
If I have no mask, I'm never happy
Childhood love stories, the masquerade.
That they are a fact of life, passion and dreams
All clear rough mask character.
Only in our circus place to me and honor
In a mask and without a mask - I'm all roads here.

- I'm married now, during dinner.
Yes... Well, during the Polonaise you were still free, during the waltz - you're married, and divorced again for the Mazurka. Yes, quite modern.

As the magic of the old days
I'm attracted to her.
My love is stronger
And the reasons don't matter.
When revealed the deception
Does it matter?
I just this marvelous mill
To love meant to be.
Well, until then, I will build a Palace of sand
Mirage... a Mirage, my love,
You're so far away...

What am I, a clown, a buffoon who can't even cross the threshold of a decent home. But when the evening after the speech, I was alone, and I discard this mask - I'm getting the same as you and everyone in the circus. The price that I receive for what they risk their lives every day, gives me the opportunity. And then, I'm under other people's names appear in different salons and the proud ladies of society stretch my hand for a kiss. It amuses me. But most of all - I glory. That's why no one should ever see and know the face of Mr. X.

Again to where the sea of lights,
There again with the sadness of her,
Shining a spotlight
Fanfares resound,
The audience is waiting,
Be brave, acrobat.
With the death of play
Brave and bold my trick.
Everything freezes,
All goes silent around.
Listening to the violin
Ladies in the boxes breathe,
I will say with a smile
Brave jester.
Yes, I'm a clown, I'm a circus performer.
So what?
Let me the so-called nobles,
As they are from me far, far away,
Never give hands.

I'm tired of bask
At another fire,
But where is the heart
That will love me.
Live without affection,
The pain of his zataya,
Always be in the mask
My destiny.

The circus is a small universe where everything is a game. But everybody plays fair. And there can be no deception. A fool does not pretend to be smart, a coward will not enter a tiger's cage, and the magician never claims to be a prophet, just honestly doing his job.