Your crying no longer touches my mandolin
You say my voice suffocates your guitar
The strings have loosened and thus out of tune
How poor are the rhymes of our song
Today we are dead leaves
Muted metals
Closing the curtain, the hall is empty

If the duets no longer meet
And the solos have lost their emotion
If the gas has run out
To sing the simplest refrain

If we notice
That a single note
Already exhausts us
The show loses its reason

But we will find the tone
A chord with a beautiful sound
And make it good again
Our singing once more
And we will be happy
Look at us back in the air
The show must go on

If the duets no longer meet
And the solos have lost their emotion
If the gas has run out
To sing the simplest refrain

If we notice
That a single note
Already exhausts us
The show loses its reason

But we will find the tone
A chord with a beautiful sound
And make it good again
Our singing once more
And we will be happy
Look at us back in the air
The show must go on

We will go all the way to Paris
Rock the Olympia
The show must go on

Look at the people asking for an encore
The tickets will sell out
The show must go on

Everyone who says today
It's over will be amazed
Our love will continue
Our love will continue

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