Life's but walking shadow A poor player that strts and frets His hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; It is a tale Told by an idiot, full
All the tears of the world have now been cried I don't want to hear the screamin' of the crowd And my heart still dyin' for his loss For three times
Le case le pietre ed il carbone dipingeva di nero il mondo Il sole nasceva ma io non lo vedevo mai laggiu era buio Nessuno parlava solo il rumore di
Little Paulette wokes her doll in her cradle like every woman her man (coro) Little Paulette wokes her doll in her cradle like every woman her man a