Polichinelle

Pull the strings
Pull the strings
Your Punchinello
Will reach out his arms to you

Turn the wand
And your puppet
Will tilt his head
And will smile at you

As long as your nimble fingers
Command my gestures
You don't care about the rest
It doesn't count

Pull the strings
And Punchinello
Will do as soon as possible
What you want

Pull the strings
Pull the strings
Your Punchinello
Will do a thousand turns

Will tell you: I love you
Will hide his sorrows
Will hide his hatred
Under the words of love

I will go into the world
So that you in the shadows
You have the triumph
To which you are entitled

Your Punchinello
Will be so zealous
As soon as we are seen
We will applaud you

Do you even know
Do I have a heart?
Do you even know
Do I have a soul?

It's not planned
In your program
Of magician

Pull the strings
Pull the strings
Punchinello
But be careful

Because it is possible
That I free myself
Invisible threads
Which bind me to you

Breaking the spell
I find a soul
I become a woman again
I'm becoming me again

You have to take advantage of it
We get tired quickly
And the day will come
Where it will break
Where it will break
Where it will break