I have to be hard, I have to be strong
To live far from place whereto I belong,
To stay far away from the persons I love
And get only summons from spirits above.
I have to be harsh, I have to be rude
To speak to blackfaces in sinister mood:
Instead of nice jokes and greetings to say
They stupidly make me pissed off every day.
I have to be tough, I have to be cool
To keep on pretending and pleasing the fool,
To stand his ambitions and favours to keep,
Fulfill duly missions to grant him some sleep.
I have to be soft, I have to be mild,
I have to get tamed and give up living wild.
But this will be rigid and morbid for me.
I’ll never get sorry for wish to be free!