Coviello Lyrics

Master of the sword, a part of the show

Touching the strings of my mandolin

Cheeks painted in red, feathers extends from my head

Second character, they say, still so funny, my play

Covillo, Coviello, musician, smart

Swordsman and all, a bystander that's all

Covillo, Coviello, play us a song

Grace on the moves of the soul, on the stage a final bow

A servant I've been, but when I'm on the scene

The master can't be seen, oh I detach a sheen

Mask like a bird's beak when I want to make some tricks

Covers my face with a click, either way I'll not be caught

Even if they sought, with a mask or not I laugh

Covillo, Coviello, musician smart

Swordsman and all, a bystander that's all

Covillo, Coviello, play us a song

Grace on the moves of the soul, on the stage a final bow

Touching the strings of my mandolin

Second character, they say, still so funny, my play

A servant I've been, the master can't be seen

Oh I detach a sheen, either way I'll not be caught

Even if they sought, with a mask or not I laugh

Covillo, Coviello, musician, smart

Swordsman and all, a bystander that's all

Covillo, Coviello, play us a song

Grace on the moves of the soul, on the stage a final bow