Uncertainly light-hearted
after the concert
dedicated to a man
I came before him
with a rough appearance
he wanted me with him
and suddenly he became my King
Uncertain light-hearted
in the aftermath of the comedy
of an empty life
staged today
all of a sudden I am King
on a stage and where is
that mean part of me?
But now let them sing these words of mine for you
you can't stop them anyway they are too full of themselves
I'm getting undressed from King
to return to me
But an uncertain deluge
dampens the grand finale
from the flames and in the body
the blades re-enter
too much rust for < br/>do harm therefore
I quickly returned to myself
and pretending to be a King
I lived a slave life like a King
Now let me sing these words of mine for you
so much you can't stop them, they're too full of themselves
So let all my fictions sink until
I ask once again where is that scepter of mine? Where is it?
Without lights there is nothing it is
not even a shadow, a why
there is no point in lying
we are alone, you and I
I am a slave and you are King

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