You hear what people say
Strange rumour is around
The theatre this day
Arrived in your small town
And faces under masks
They're waiting for you there
Who knows what they will show today?
The play is fiction but
The audience is whist
For script is only God
Or Emperor at least
And faces under masks
They're waiting for you there
Who knows what are their roles today?
But when the show ends
The curtain falls on stage
And there it has to stay
But when the curtain falls
It doesn't mean the end
The show repeats next day
The king without a crown
The one horse open sleigh
The elven shoes are brown
The wolves are always gray
And faces under masks
They're waiting for you there
Who knows what they will do today?
The stage is just a small
Imaginary world
You should believe your eyes
And fairytales of old
And faces under masks
They're waiting for you there
Who knows whom they will play today?