Tristesse

Who goes there, Sadness
You won't have me tonight
I have finally found wisdom
And now full powers
How audacious to make me believe
That I am just a poor puppet
Manipulated by your hands
Disgusting with despair

Puppeteer I am
And certainly not the other way around
Emotions are colors
I am the painter who overturns them
And certainly not the other way around

Who goes there? Who goes there? Who goes there?
That's not me
Who goes there? Who goes there? Who goes there?
Sadness, get out of here

Puppeteer I am
And certainly not the other way around
Total control of feelings
Sadness hates me
Puppeteer I am
And certainly not the other way around
Except for my creative impulses
I control everything else

I control, I control
I control everything else
I control, I control
I control everything else

To tell you everything
Sometimes she comes and
No matter what I do, what I say
To make her leave, she stays
And in the end I wonder
Even if she wouldn't be there all the time
Sadness is there and
Sadness

Puppet we are born and remain
Puppet we are and hate
Puppet we are born and remain
Puppet we are
Ah I hate
I hate
I hate you