What a scoundrel the keyboard player knows a lot when he stretches out his hands
the drummer is a shady guy I know those times of his
I will sing I will sing
I will sing for those who want to listen to me
I will sing I will sing
It's a theater or a sacred monster
And tell me what it is
If the guitarist doesn't do a solo he gets sad and then looks at me badly
And there's The bassist is a great artist and doesn't show up if there's nothing to drink. an arsenal
and tell me what it is... what it is...
That guy who mumbles while I sing and meanwhile opens a mineral water
if he doesn't like that I'm sorry but what did he come to do? I'll sing I'll sing I'll sing for those who want to listen to me I'll sing I'll sing I'll sing it's a stadium or a big nativity scene >and tell me what it is... what it is...
I go up on stage and I look at that look of the people that makes me tremble
but it's the fear of a moment I feel the heart ready to let go
I will sing I will sing
I will sing for those who want to listen to me
I will sing I will sing
is it a party or a storm
and tell me what it is. ..
I will sing I will sing
I will sing for those who want to listen to me
I will sing I will sing
is it a party or a storm
and tell me what it is... that what is...