The actor went down the streets
to buy some salami
he wore his parade suit
like an emperor on a land.
Throgh the cars, through the trams,
the actor was rushing, of course
a rain cloud seemed to come
wigs are ungluing...
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
And when he got in the line
with sword, cape and shield,
suddenly, the people on the street
recognized him as a ruler.
They shyly stepped aside,
the whole crowd murmured
seeing his gala clothes
"Long live, your majesty!"
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Republicans, as they all are
found another way
to give voice to new emotions
and worshiped the emperor.
But the rain came suddenly
and they, seeing with their own eyes,
her whole face was cleansed
they threw him some kind of payment:
"Fuck him, he's an actor! ..."
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!
Oh, poor actor!
Oh, poor artist!
Roles are dying,
life is a sad theatre!