читать дальшеCome on into the Carnival, the lonely Merry-Go-Round is starting
Revolving around the feelings of happiness, fun and loneliness.
I hear a pleasant sound from the distance, yet it is hateful to hear
It's disagreeable, it's unfair - Jealousy, Jealousy, Envy.
Though to mention that it is cute, what misery.
I wonder how far this run-down carnival is at, if only a single person is dancing here.
Glancing at the side of a radiant parade, I nibble at my finger.
Playing alone, I like being alone, all by myself, but I don't want to be alone
Somebody, someone, anyone be with me - But there's no one there
Come on into the Carnival, the lonely Merry-Go-Round is starting
Revolving around the feelings of happiness, fun and loneliness.
The lone Merry-Go-Round in the carnival rustles
Together I play once more with the children of the garden.
In a distant place, the acrobatics excite me - just like the someday when I fall
The recognition of my surroundings stained with despair, while riding on the horse that goes round and round
Damn, everything is eaten. But there's no one, it's deserted!
Come on into the Carnival, the crimson Merry-Go-Round is starting
The continuous spins are the darlings of nausea
The bright red Merry-Go-Round in the carnival rustles
as I laugh at myself for making a sloppy mess
Carnival, the Carnival, always the Carnival, but I won't dance
Carnival, forever the Carnival, because it mortifies
It can't be seen, it is uncomprehensible
But you have seen it, haven't you
The human stench of jealousy and desire
How far will the abandoned Carnival be, If only a single person is dancing here?
Glancing at the side of a clinquant parade, I chew at my finger.
Playing alone, I like being alone, all by myself, but I don't want to be alone
Somebody, someone, anyone be with me - But there's no one there
Come on into the Carnival, the lonely Merry-Go-Round is starting
Churning around the feelings of happiness, fun and desolation.
Come on into the Carnival, the crimson Merry-Go-Round is starting
The continuous spins weave the darlings of nausea
The bright red Merry-Go-Round in the carnival rumbles
as I mock myself for making a disgusting mess
Joy, Fun, Devastation.
I laugh at myself