Life is hidden by and elegant mask,

Embroidered with beads and sequins that flash.

Carefully tied with a silky ribbon,

Emotions that are concealed and hidden.

They hold up their masks so no one can see,

The ugliness and secrets that they keep.

They pray that no one will dare to untie;

To reveal truths and discard the lies.

When day turns to night and the mask is gone,

The owners of masks shed tears until dawn.

After cursing their fakeness and pretend lives,

They bear their masks and continue with lies.

Each bead and ribbon that is sewed with thread,

Keeps together the great shame of the dead.

Each day is treated like a cursed parade;

Life in the end is a Masquerade.