His mother had chosen this name for him
'cause she wanted that he would always win
above whom or what she has already forgotten.
His house had got wheel
his town a lot of name
his country no borders
his childhood was like an endless adventure
and he had been found ev'rywhere.
Inside the empty circus ring
at the ropes of the trapeze
at the stables and in the cage of the surly old lion Rex.
He played with the dwarfs and admired the giants
the tamer and the man who breaks the chains
the head of the circus with his husky voice.
(But above all there was something more.)
At the top of the tent the flying men
like golden birds he could look at them for hours and hours
could hardly await the day when he could become one of them.
The clock of his childhood had no face
time pa**ed by on the wing
once he came to a place
there were kids on a playground built with concrete.
He took them home
showed them full of pride his own world of magic
in the early night when they had to leave they were sad
'cause he could stay.
This had been his life up to the day
when he joyfull came to his father to say
his only wish was to become a flying man.
His father said to him seriously
"you'll become a clown like me
you'll stay with your feet on the ground
when you're older you will understand."
And right on that day Victor was grown up
now he makes the people laugh and clap
til now noone notice that his own laugh's fading more from day to day.