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



repulse the frost

dispell your sorrow

welcome the spring

drink untill you smile



Merry-go-round, merry-go-round

merry-go-round, merry going round



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



repulse the frost

dispell your sorrow

welcome the spring

drink until you smile