What a shame to be a shadow of the other,
But, unfortunately, in our time, men do.
Can't be more independent
And they your heart crushed.
And thy soul, as on a string
To his tightly tied and kept
You're a doll. And though you main role
And yet they govern your life.
And though the play is not the best,
But you play, because you can't refuse.
And he takes your thread
Gives others the hands to hold.
And so your life is
On stage you're not happy sincerely, parading
And the people in the theatre think
"How well we amused the actress"
But if I looked into the soul
If you saw all the pain of her suffering,
If he saw that her heart choking,
It would be released immediately, without hesitation.
And you hide those tears away
In the hidden corners of his "I",
And play a role on the stage then,
For he is not himself, and you have your own family......