Their faces are erased by dull paints
Are they men or are they mere dolls
The look of them is like a look, and their shadow is like a shadow
And I'm tired, I'm resting and I'm inviting you to a party
Where these dolls look just like humans
Harlequins, flibusters, circus people and acrobats
And a villain whose appearance inspires horror
Wolf and hare as well tigers in their cages
They are all no more like puppets
In skillful and hard-working hands
Wolf and hare as well tigers in their cages
They are all no more like puppets
In skillful and hard-working hands
Dolls are pulled with their laces, they have smiles on their faces
And the clown still plays his trumpet
And when there are performances in the theater
It gives you such an impression
That those dolls do dance on their own
Oh, what is sometimes offensive that the owners are not heard
And in the darkness there is just a thread,
But dolls are so submissive to them all
And we still believe naively
In that the doll can say something,
And dolls are so submissive to them all
And we still believe naively
In that the doll can say something,
But here is your masters extinguishing the candles
The ball is over and the perfomance's no more
The moon shines in the clouds
And the dolls will be removed from the long laces
And mothballs-powdered
As well as rags will be stacked in the chests
And the dolls will be removed from the long thread
And mothballs-powdered
Just as the rags will be stacked in chests