Ataraxia - Histrionia (eng)

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry. Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain in the lying mirror of vanities your gentle pale and diaphanous face tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have. Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry. Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue by anyone loved and revered as much as you please each onus and honour of yours dying in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world. Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry. Oh noble Lord with a mainly air today you're making the counting of your own properties castles, lands, men that today are yours tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword. Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry. Lovely girl facing life you dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing furtive glances and awaited loves forget 'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun. Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry. Me who I am jester and nothing I own neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity today I am your humble servant tomorrow I'll be servant of whom will ruin you. Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty.