Фоновый джаз, Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Piano, Jazz Music Collection, Jazz Music Collection Rubato (Театральный Джаз)

How did we arrive at this bitter end?
My lover, my enemy, my dearest friend.
The promises we whispered in the dark
Were nothing but a quickly fading spark.
I look at you across this empty room...
And wait for the impending doom.

Now the clock is ticking on the wall
We have no safety net to catch the fall
You light a cigarette and look away
There’s absolutely nothing left to say.

The curtain falls upon our little play
The actors have forgot the lines to say
Turn out the lights, the masquerade is done
A tragedy beneath the setting sun.

The masquerade...
Is done.