Teatro

Wandering behind the scenes of an Elizabethan theater
Hiding among the pages of my destiny's script
I sharpen my grip against the cycle of life
I don’t remember how to smile, but I know how to make you smile
A dramatic tale of the sad clown
Fallen into the routine of everything's so pretty it gets tiring
In two lines, I built my home
And I won’t let the farce of its crude topic pass by
They say life is a theater
As an actor, I can’t control what I do
Sure, yesterday I’d kill for my time
But now that I have it, it’s killing me
A panoramic view of the act in its own way
I stop being who I am to be who they want me to be
Through scenes, trapped in the sentence of the monologue
Little by little, their joy increases my sorrow
If you knew what’s outside, you’d surpass me
The bark whispered to the seed
Days go by, the sun covers and rots the skin
Tell me who’s still standing after the drought
Puppets of interest and leaders of fear
I want but can’t, and others can’t want
I just hope they close the curtain like they always do
And if they liked the show, don’t hesitate to come see me

Life is a theater, and I’m a dramatic actor in it
And I’m tired of playing third-rate roles
With first-class level, earning like an amateur
Always my name in lowercase on the poster
Being a rogue with a gift that shines in my performances
In every play and role, able to handle hearts
Conveying the emotion of every character I portray
The greatest satisfaction is to fill a full house
Respect for a fickle and demanding audience
You have to take criticism as a current challenge
If it fails, improve the method urgently
A good actor gets into the skin and misery of the people
When I leave the stage, I end that false sadness
Because sometimes it tires me
Wherever I go, I sweep through, the humor follows me
Cold and calculating, mocking and sneering at others' pain
In every verse, empty ears fill with warm words
This calms their internal agony
Poor are those who settle for scraps
Noble ones don’t have the means to start their works
In their lot, loneliness keeps them company and in the shade
Their spirits are low, and they use you as a doormat
I take advantage of their cravings when the curtain rises
I become a knight like Alain Delon

Enough of being so much in the role that the margins are prisons
And the applause is the chef, feeding me
Capturing every image and seizing the irony
Mediating to eat a plate of joy in scarcity
I lie like Judas when I act like God
I need help, but I help them
To camouflage routines and bury every problem
If the performance is good, their praise is a tip

As a respectable actor, I look at the critics of reality TV stars
I ignore those journalists and seek the leading role
I’m selfish, more of an egocentric lefty
Always aiming my dart at the target of the absurd
Without scruples, I screw around with every chapter I repeat
I need the applause and compliments
At the end of each performance, my ego isn’t satisfied
And in the dressing room, my personality transforms

Hey, excuse me, you see, I came because there’s a group of people outside who’d like to meet you
What do they want?
Nothing, just to chat for a bit
Didn’t I say I don’t want anyone bothering me?
Don’t you understand I need concentration to prepare the role well?
Seriously, I’m sorry
Get out
The last thing I wanted was to bother
I only receive people when the show is over
Okay, okay
Out

In the dressing room, I only offer little things from Asturias
I shout at the subordinates and unleash my fury
I need to concentrate, and they bother me more
They don’t knock, they just call and walk in
I lose my nerves when they don’t let me prepare
Even the prompter gets in my way trying to correct me
I roam around taking steps and reviewing the ending
If the script isn’t good, well, it gets better with me
And it makes the character I bring to life stand out
I speak plainly, and I turn cheap works into gold like Midas
Comings and goings between lost and foreign lives
The curtain falls, and the sorrows leave

I felt vertigo on Juliet's balcony
Love is precious, but the truth hurts
It’s too hard to fit into someone else’s skin
That turns every one of your achievements into one of their goals
Just one step away from stopping being iron
You ripped out my heart and served it to the dog
Today I mold a cross in clay for the burial
Of what they call memory, a servant of my disillusionments
Arrogance is expensive; I don’t have funds
My savings are those of an honest mind
Seeing you focused on giving and receiving the same
Wrapped in pessimism and optimism is the most precious relic
Don’t say anything, just sit back and enjoy
There’s no reason not to pay the entrance
Only discuss if a plot demands it
And who dies survives when the show ends

Just like on a stage
You fake your cheap pain
After all, it seems
That’s just your way of being

Yeah, an actor captures interest
By playing a role that camouflages their person
In contrast to people
Who, for interest, play the role of a camouflaged actor
Life is a theater
A true cliché like life itself
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