Masquerade

Today will be an evening of secrets and revelations
Hurry to take part in our fairy tale.
Our masquerade opens the doors for everyone:
Please, fun, gentlemen, put on your masks.

A strict pragmatist may become a poet with us,
Let the gloomy guard disguise himself as the king,
A notorious pirate will delight with a verse,
Put on masks, whose will be the most successful?

Who are we, lost in the glare of the half-light,
We don't recognize, no matter how much we want?
Whose image will we take at face value
Spinning around the hall in the rhythm of a mad blizzard?

We have masks for sympathy and flattery
And even masks for kindness and understanding,
For sorrow, laughter, respect and honor
And wonderful masks for love and compassion.

It is indecent to walk in public in public:
Sorry, pardon me, my lord, what a liberty?
To appear in the light with longing in the eyes for something personal.
Act, really, yours is like obscenity.

And one has only to lift the veil of falsehood
From all angles with warning and affection
A whisper flows, forcing the lie to continue:
Put on masks, gentlemen, put on masks.