The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound.
The triangle tingles
And the trumpets play slow.
Farewell, Angelina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame.
There's nothing to prove
Everything's still the same.
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea means
Farewell, Angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave.
The jack and the queen
Have forsake the courtyard.
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell, Angelina
The sky is falling
I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun.
And the neighobrs they clap
And they cheer with each blast.
Farewell, Angelina
The sky's changing color
And I must leave fast
King Kong, little elves
On the rooftops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the makeup man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone.
But Farewell, Angelina
The sky's embarrassed
And I must be gone.
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
And fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks.
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it,
But Farewell, Angelina
The sky is erupting
I must go where it's quiet.
Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina The sky is on fire And I must go. There's no need for anger There's no need for blame. There's nothing to prove Everything's still the same. Just a table standing empty By the edge of the sea means Farewell, Angelina The sky is trembling And I must leave. The jack and the queen Have forsake the courtyard. Fifty-two gypsies Now file past the guards In the space where the deuce And the ace once ran wild Farewell, Angelina The sky is falling I'll see you in a while. See the cross-eyed pirates sitting Perched in the sun Shooting tin cans With a sawed-off shotgun. And the neighobrs they clap And they cheer with each blast. Farewell, Angelina The sky's changing color And I must leave fast King Kong, little elves On the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos While the makeup man's hands Shut the eyes of the dead Not to embarrass anyone. But Farewell, Angelina The sky's embarrassed And I must be gone. The machine guns are roaring The puppets heave rocks And fiends nail time bombs To the hands of the clocks. Call me any name you like I will never deny it, But Farewell, Angelina The sky is erupting I must go where it's quiet. Explain Request ×
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