I'm a histrionic in all his glory
I was born to play
Give me a lousy trestle with no heat
I'll outdo myself
I'm a histrionic in all its splendor
But it's in my blood
Give me four boards and a few spectators
And I will have talent,
Talent
In a room with three walls
With my stomach open to the public
Just like on the edge of a dark abyss
With my stage fright, my tics
I come to give the performance ©die
Vibrating with a fire that burns within me
I speak, I cry, and I laugh
And live my role every time
Do not condemn me without understanding my heart
I am of another race
I am a histrionic in all its splendor
The stage is my space
My life begins then
That I see the decor
That I hear the three shots
And I am despite myself
seized with fear and joy
When the curtain falls ve
There, my heart beats so hard
That I come close to death
And that I forget everything
But at the exact moment
I do the first step
To enter my dream
I am a histrionic in all its splendor
I chose my destiny
Give me ten lines and some spotlights
You will see my means
I am a histrionic in all its splendor
And that is my whole life
Give me a theater, a role worthy of me
And I will have genius
Genius
Under expert makeup
or with my face exposed
Emphatic or discreetly
I say prose or verse
With tenderness with fury
Depending on the piece and then the use
I suffer, I live or I die
And lie until I believe it
Be said without vanity I know my worth
And if for you perhaps
I am a histrionic in all his splendor
I remain proud of it