Carousel With Madonnas - Faun Fables

Just step in madonna, madonnas

And get in madonna, madonnas

All the patient horses are waiting

With their hoofs above ground they are hanging

And the carriages are restless

Everyone is painted matching all the horses

Looking like the colors of the ceiling

Of the oak tree, of a carrot

A stir from madonnas

A stampede of hundreds

Bolting off their hoofs

Circling in fire in their roped-in cages

Once they were of games

And throughout every dancehall

With a will of vigor, burning flowers

And in each carriage arm and arm

Madonna and madonna

From childhood bent up

She is stuck inside an unchanging time

White horses carriage

Black horses carriage

Red horses carriage

Magnificent!

Just as a gift for the

Complicated eras that are too sad

Everyday on Sundays

Working for the midnight holy masses

And in each carriage arm and arm

Madonna and madonna

And no one knows which is asleep

And which one is inspired

White horses carriage, black horses carriage

Red horses carriage, magnificent!