Charles Aznavour - The Painted Child Lyrics
I am the painted child, the maker of confusionWith rainbows in my hair and magic on my faceA phantom of the street, an optical illusionWho hears a different beat, who runs a different race.I am the painted child, I am the mischief makerThe beggar at the feast, the fiddler at the ballI know the words of songs, I am the Sabbath breakerThe caller in the night, the writing on the wall.The name on the wall...is meThe cry in the darkis meThe mark of the childI signThe name on the wallI am the painted child, the child who is a strangerAnd those who once came near now turn and walk awayAnd everywhere is fear and everywhere is dangerThese are the masks we wear, these are the parts we playI am the painted child, the crier and the chorusI strike upon the drum for funerals and gamesAnd others there have come in centuries before usTo fill the world with noise and dance among the flamesThe name on the wall...is meThe cry in the darkis meThe mark of the childI signThe name on the wallI am the painted child, the clown and the protesterA creature of the time and seldom what I seemAnd call me what you will, a renegade or jesterBut still I chill your heart, and still I haunt your dreamIll sing beside your grave, half-minstrel and half-mournerIll sing of years gone by and bridges never crossedI am the painted child who stands on any cornerI am the child you loved, I am the child you lost.The name on the wallis mineLook in to my face and seeThe strange painted childIs me
