Living in blind superstition

fearing malignant unknown

former believe old tradition

faces behind the mask

tribute to natures renewal

wishing for better times

it used to make sense to our fathers

but what is its sense today

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repulse the frost

dispell your sorrow

welcome the spring

drink untill you smile

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Merry-go-round, merry-go-round

merry-go-round, merry going round

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It’s time that I put on my make up

I won’t be myself for tonight

I tell the clown in me to wake up

if he won’t I drink to smile

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repulse the frost

dispell your sorrow

welcome the spring

drink until you smile