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