I'm drunk yet again
But not from the wine
But from the fun, I am
Drunk
And even though I'm myself
Without any flaw,
There's still gonna be trouble - yes!
And in the trouble,
That's here
Those who come
Under the masks they always hide behind
There is going to be
Those that come,
Who want the water to flow down in their honor
Such flattery
I know
What my goal is!
Where's the show's beginning, where is its finale?
This palace is full of hypocrites
That have no limits
A string of grey wind on their faces
Chorus:
Through comedic masks, I observe people
Around one of those courtiers and know
that masquerade stars will observe from the sky
It flatters them, like a beggar is even worth a penny
With a jester's outfit,
I'm more than glad to wear
A splendid ceremony
A holy [ceremony]
It's a fool's parade
Those posers looking for some looks
Hold on, gentlemen -
It's you mate!
I know
what my goal is!
And now look at the others
So, tell me, am i funnier than them?
If masks were taken away from anyone here,
[We'd know] who the fool among us is.
Chorus:
Through comedic masks, I observe people
Around one of those courtiers and know
that masquerade stars will observe from the sky
It flatters them, like a beggar is even worth a penny