Molière traducción al Inglés

The son of upholstere is calling Jean Baptiste
And he decided to become asrtist
Instead to be chef of some apprentice
He will be simply valet of actor
With some Friends, start the adventure
And too bad if the planks of trestles are hard
We have a empty belly and we have full heart
That is always how we become actor

He chosen his name of war Molière
But it can cost high to make pirouttes
It sometimes leads to the debtor's prison
He leaves, he run away toward west
It's life of tours, tragedies, comedies
One day, between two scenes, he start to write
And here that we play it, they start laughing
When the curtain rises, one night, on the Etourdi
The public is happy, the public applauds

And they salute until the ground, Molière
It so that mister, the king's brother, got involved
And here is Paris, as life is beautiful
Alceste and Harpagon, Scapin and his friends
Have the favour from greats and love of little
If beside the garden, we breathe the glory
We have, beside the cour, pains and setbacks
Cause there is tartuffe, Armande is too pretty
This bad cough that wakes up the night

Is it an imaginary sick, Molière
One february night, we make in hidden
In the unblessed land, the poor puppet
But Alceste climbed to the stary hangers
Where to be actor, we are freedom
This immortal chair that our academy
Had refused him cause of genius
It has been three hundred years to french theater
We keep it yet, but since then, never

Nobody put their last, Molière
On your tricentenary chair, Molière