freaks are leaving town They are driven by a strange desire Unseen by the human eye Someone is calling The carnival is over We sat and watched As
to town. Look! Over here. Outside The circus gathering Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard. The procession moved on the shouting is over The
Vertaling: Dead Can Dance. The Carnival Is Over.
is over The fabulous freaks are leaving town. They are driven by a strange desire Unseen by the human eye. The carinval is over. We sat and watched
large wars, bigger walls: But: I am pleased to say: Your houses are dead Your children are full of flame The horses are dead and the butterflies fall God is abroad The wind is
