| My blue horizon is turning grey |
| And my dreams are drifting away |
| Your eyes don’t shine like they used to shine |
| And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine |
| I’m afraid the masquerade is over |
| And so is love, and so is love |
| Your words don’t mean what they used to mean |
| They were once inspired, now they’re just routine |
| I’m afraid the masquerade is over |
| And so is love, and so is love |
| I guess I’ll have to play Pagliacci |
| And get myself a clown’s disguise |
| And learn to laugh like Pagliacci |
| With tears in my eyes |
| You look the same, you’re a lot the same |
| But my heart says «no, no, you’re not the same» |
| I’m afraid the masquerade is over |
| And so is love, and so is love |
| I guess I’ll have to play Pagliacci |
| And get myself a clown’s disguise |
| And learn to laugh like Pagliacci |
| With tears in my eyes |
| You look the same, you’re a lot the same |
| But my heart says «No, no, you’re not the same» |
| I’m afraid the masquerade is over |
| And so is love, and so is love |