Eviva l'arte! A man must die
Well, he who has no money is a pariah
Poverty grabs you by the throat and chokes
To die is to die like a dog, but meanwhile
Eviva l'arte! Let them fatten their bellies
The wretched nation of philistines! We artists
We, who often lack even dry bread
We, so similar to autumn leaves
Though our life isn't worth a spit
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And so we'll shout, when everything's worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte! Pride is our god
Fame is our sun, for us, kings without land!
We may die of hunger somewhere on a doorstep
But like eagles with broken wings
Eviva l'arte! In our chests burn
Fires placed by God himself
So we look at the crowd with our heads held high
We won't trade laurels for a golden crown
Though our life isn't worth a spit
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And so we'll shout, when everything's worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
So onward! What's worth anything besides fame?
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And although our life is worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Though our life isn't worth a spit
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And so we'll shout, when everything's worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
So onward! What's worth anything besides fame?
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
And although our life is worthless
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!
Eviva l'arte! Eviva l'arte!