Where are you hiding today, Mr. Jocker,
inside the hat, in children's walk,
in trees with apples and copper gardens,
you came to watch the grass grow
and the sun going to bed,
or just to smile like crazy beneath
the philosopher's bed?
Laugh, cry, your head is bouncing,
we cannot hold our indiscrete smiling,
You are our Jocker, the benevolent actor,
bow ahead of the deceiving colored prison!