Olaria Olara

Olaria Olara

Snow is falling, la-di-da

Snow is falling on the ground, and I am dreaming

And my mind flutters far away from home

Snow is falling on our roof and on our ceiling

And our dying little dog is letting go

Olaria Olara

Beat the black drum, ra-ta-ta

And the children love the pretty little horses

And the little soldiers with their wooden guns

Little vampires in my little verses

On the roof, I'm staying up to see the sun

Olaria Olara

In your arms, ah, ooh-la-la

Little Oliver, the orphan boy, is smiling

And then little Adolf ****** pets his hair

On his finger he has put a pretty diamond

And they fly away embracing in the air

Olaria Olara

Violins and tra-la-la

And we'll all get together at the banquet

I hope all my compañeros make the trip

And we'll all share a bottle and a blanket

And we'll drink the last bitter sip

Olaria Olara

Round and round we cha-cha-cha

The Marquis de Sade is dancing with a hippy

And the murderer and victim are in love

And the minister gets married to the gypsy

And the virgin's love bells ring above

Everything is far away and getting better

And the snow is falling from above

Everyone is going round and round together

And my girl is full of happiness, and love

Olaria Olara

Olaria Olara