Have you ever wondered what is behind this white door?
Yes, the one that was just whitewashed yesterday
Shadowy thoughts have led me to this question
In restless confusion, I have struggled to find the answer
I think especially in my dreams
Even now, I often walk down multiple passages in my memory
Always trying in aching, broken steps to come back
Perhaps reach for something that would lead me to the door… my white door
You see, I don’t really understand what you are trying to tell me
We seem to be separated by an impenetrable wall
Yes, and like you, I always wondered what gives rise to misunderstanding
Miscommunication is… was… will… always be there
And perhaps we should just accept the role of the clown in yesterday’s circus
Or maybe we can play the clown just for today
Yes, I think I am ready to perform… just give me the cue
I have reflected your smile in my eyes for too long, it seems
I even think I have forgotten how to smile
You know, like children do…
But I can play the clown for one more day…
If you could only tell me what is behind that white door
You see, there is no need to look for a complicated answer to a simple question
It seems that all I need is to see the angel’s wing behind your back
To hear the beat of your warm aching heart…
No more nightmares…. I don’t want to see them anymore…
I want to see your laughing eyes and hear you sing
Yes, just for today, I want to hear your heart sing like a lark
I want to feel like a child again… blissfully happy and completely free
Just for today…
I want to watch the sunset and observe how the shadows fall
No more pain, no more fear and no more misunderstanding
You understand everything I just told you
Please let me know that I am not dreaming
I have always believed that it must be possible to live for just one day
Without wondering, doubting, convincing each other
Yes, and you d on’t need to tell me that I am wrong…
I will know… just let me rest for a moment under the heavenly canopy
I know you will say that life goes on no matter what you do
I know… but I believe that we can direct the hand of fate
We should try to think again simply and beautifully like children do
After all, nothing is impossible for angels…
Perhaps, we can also become like angels
You will help me open my eyes and I will see
The outlines of the graying wings behind your back
Maybe you don’t believe me?
No, I am perfectly serious
If you want me to wear a mask, I will
The clown in me will only smile in all earnestness…
Yes, you can laugh… laugh as freely as you want
I won’t take offense… only don’t tell me that golden dreams can’t come true
Because, without a doubt, I know that the white door will open
I am certain of it just like I know that your angel’s wings are white like clouds
Life is like a tragicomedy sometimes, you know…
Even if I’m not waiting for Godot…
I’m not waiting at all…
I am trying to live in my own way, you know
But please don’t tell me that the clown in me is a hopeless fool
I haven’t lost faith in him… yet…
I can get lost in those cartoon jungles
The muffled pain will recede when my white door creaks
No more walls… but my thoughts are still tangled
In confusion, I reach for my clown’s mask
Yes, I can wear it for today,
And yet, for all your doubts, and some of mine
I think that just for this lovely day
My angel white door has opened… do you mind?