Machiavel - Jester lyrics

Coasting along the sail of the drunk boat And only making laugh the mainmast of gold The Jester loaded the hold with sincere smiles The froth was running ashore On the right bank of the king's ear... Rowing across a secret ocean The sun was not present in the trip An albatros looking strangely Like a vulture of ill omen Followed the mad run of the ship But suddenly, the rolling became Harder and harder Storm and sea broke! Purple waves smashed the hull Lying on fresh green gra** His friend, the minstrel Was making love with a wild flower "Take care L'Angely, the court is waiting for you! " Strolling into the garden of the royal palace The jester was going down By this make-up of luxury Envious of worldly smiles the king ordered The jester to present his show "Feeling, the queen wants thrills!" "And make me smile, make me cry! " Neither his mines not his pirouettes Made a lip move Powerless, he hanged himself With a West madness - The sail guffawed "Feeling, the queen wants thrills..." A mocking tear trickled down his left cheek