Карусель

Carousel Carousel has a story to tell
With all dancing and singing and merry
Carousel Carousel such a Joy such a Well
Buy a ticket and fasten your belly

Here are they, dressed in gray,
All are happy and gay,
With their faces as dull as a graveyard
Carved cane, dotted veil,
Striped suit, worn and pale
Garments chain(ging) but faces remain

Carousel Carousel has a story to spell
For a hooker a priest and a banker
He is there at his desk
She's undoing her dress
And tonight they are going to bang her

(CHORUS)
go and come, up and down,
on a merry-go-round,
till they fall to the cold cold ground

Watch them so, come and go,
Heels fly high, skirts flow low,
They look busy in everyday cycle
But you feel, as they come,
There are already some,
Who beginning to smell, only slightly

Carousel Carousel has a story to hell
Buy a ticket prepare for 'veselje'
At your cry there's a gag
And a noose round your neck
Fasten tightly
                the belt
                on your belly

(CHORUS)
go and come, up and down,
on a merry-go-round,
till you fall,
                till you fall,
to the cold,
                to the cold cold ground






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