Faun Fables - Carousel With Madonnas lyrics

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 ma**es. 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!