Verse 1

I walked in late, the curtains sighed,

A paper crown, a borrowed stride.

You bowed so low, I checked the floor—

Was that respect or just the door?

Verse 2

Я вышел гордо, шаг широкий,

Но шлейф застрял за табурет.

Ты объявил меня великим,

А я спросил: «Где мой билет?»

Pre-Chorus

We lift our chins, we strike a pose,

The room applauds—who knows, who knows?

Chorus

King of the stage, ruler for a night,

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King of the stage, wave to every seat,