Oh, the poor Emperor has no clothes left now
And has to freeze because his butt is visible to everyone
He couldn't get higher anymore, he had reached
The top and those who would not accept this
Were pursued because the one who rules
Is always right, the one who can't prove anything
And is poor, he will have to face a bad condition
But as the tree is, so is the fruit, to fear lies and
Deception were added and new tailors sewed each day
And night and could not sew enough
For the high Emperor - what kind of clothes are these
The fabric is so smooth that one can barely see it
And then the day had come, the people stood
In line, freshly washed and combed
They waited for the majesty, oh see how he walks
With finery, oh see how it suits him perfectly
The most beautiful gown ever seen
There a small boy approached the Emperor
He looked up and spoke
"Who is the old man who doesn't wear any clothes"