The ball of hypocrites

I’m drunk again, I’m drunk but not of wine, I am of the shindig drunk, drunk.
Although I’m not without faults myself, it’s such a trouble here – yeah!
The trouble is that here come
Here come the ones, who always have the things to hide under the mask, mask!
Here come the ones, who want to hear in their honour flattery, glee!
Now I see my purposes!
Where the show began and where it ends?
Full of masks the palace is, my friends!
Masquerade, not seeing a single face
I’m on my knees again to my disgrace.

Chorus:
Through their funny masks I try deciphering the crowd
There’re only noble people all around
The stars of masquerade are all but covering the skies
To flatter them ‘s like giving beggars dimes

A jester’s dress I’m glad to always dress, the ceremonial is sacred
The fools parade, poseurs are on display,
My gents for you awaits mate!
Now I see my purposes!
Take a look on those all present here
Tell me who’s the funniest, my dear!
If we take the masks off people here
Who’s the jester – it will all be clear!

Chorus:
Through their funny masks I try deciphering the crowd
There’re only noble people all around
The stars of masquerade are all but covering the skies
To flatter them ‘s like giving beggars dimes

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