One nostalgic evening
Franz and Lisa
were dancing on the trapeze
at the Circus of Qua-la-bladalah.
Franz has forgot Lisa
somewhere high in the air.
He has looked into her eyes
on the parquet of Qua-la-bladalah.
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He wanted elephants to fly
to wake her up, to wake her up,
rusty trumpets to play their music
to wake her up, to wake her up.
Giraffes, monkeys and tigers,
African lions are sad.
Franz has listened to the trumpets,
torn the circus posters.
Franz has forgot Lisa
somewhere high in the air.
He has looked into her eyes
on the parquet of Qua-la-bladalah.
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