The clown always smiles before he dies.
You try to smile and to be nice, chewing a mouthfull of dirty flies.
We all spin a while and after that we die.
And we dont know why, but thats the way we fly!
Maybe all of this is lies, illusionist just smiles.
Raapikaamme pohjaan asti kääntääksemme puukoa navassa, rupisimmat muhjut ruosteisista ilon hetkistä, joille ei tiedä itkeä vai nauraa.