Here we have lots of children.
All blessed with elegant moves
but their ignorance is the real virtue
So keep your merry-go-round till the sun falls.
With their naked feet
they have learned to jump
creating the lightest sounds
in the middle of the town.
Great! I love to see you in this place!
They are the muses of this royal music.
But dance, just sing, clap and dance
It's like a dream, really nice to feel.
There we have lots of children.
All blessed with sexual moves.
But their experience is the real virtue
So keep your merry-go-round till the sun rises.
With their chained feet
they have been forced to moan
creating suggestive sounds
in the middle of the street.
Why? Why are they in this place?
They are the slaves of this cruel music.
But dance, just groan, show and dance
It's like a drug, driving us crazy.
