I’m out of songs to give you,
but the world plays its music,
don’t dance with me, just go
in the eternal parade of life,
and cry and laugh and belong
and hate, despise and forget
many things but me, spectator
of your passionate opera,
and I’ll listen to the music
and cry for you and the world
and become absorbed
as in a good movie,
and when I’ve finished crying
I’ll just turn off the screen
as when I see the credits.
