Travesuras de till

The sun shines in all its glory
A playful puppet marches on happily
Whistling a beautiful song
With a joyful face and a will to live
I'm a cheerful and happy wanderer
The world is in front of me and the wind is at my back
The wound is open and the heart cries
Poor Till
Draped in darkness
The orchestra's moves
Bitter omens
For this epic tale

The rogue flashes his proud smile
Where there's a glowing face
A spark is hiding
Behind this charade
The heart cries
I walk hand in hand with madness
Ready to pull off new mischief
Where's the one responsible
For these messes?
Rushing through the stalls
Claiming supposed holiness
And a continuous mockery
He's declared guilty
Even as his flame fades
Poor Till