Филипп Киркоров, Хор Турецкого

The Show Must Go On

Empty spaces — what are we living for
Abandoned places — I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless crime

Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking

But my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I’ll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance
On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?

I guess I’m learning, I must be warmer now
I’ll soon be turning, round the corner now
Outside the dawn breaking
But inside in the dark I’m aching to be free

The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die

I can fly — my friends
The show must go on The show must go on
I’ll face it with a grin
I’m never giving in On — with the show

I’ll top the bill, I’ll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on On with the
On with the show
The show must go on