Illusions
Friedrich Hollaender
Love is a game
You better play according to the rules
And yet we always scheme to much
And dream to much, we fools
Want to buy some illusions
Slightly used, second hand
They were lovely illusions
Reaching high, built on sand
They had a touch of paradise
A spell you can't explain
For in this crazy paradise
You are in love with pain
Want to buy some illusions
Slightly used, just like new
Such romantic illusions
And they're all about you
I sell them all for a penny
They make pretty souvenirs
Take my lovely illusions -
Somе for laughs, some for tears
Too bad they all fеll apart
As dreams often do
They were lovely illusions
But they just wouldn't come true