I wonder why now I am smiling
and performing, but nobody knows.
I need to shed a tear and I know I will find it
when the spotlight is on me.
If people applaud, then good for that—
my life remains mine and mine alone.
I am not the one who is singing—
it is my voice without me.
I can conceal my feelings,
no one will notice.
If people applaud, then good for that—
I remain mine, only mine, and mine alone.
(You think it is just pretending
but now you cry for real.
Your life sings for you on stage
and you are happy if you can give more,
ever more!)