Daniel Kahn & The Painted Bird 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 Hitler 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 loves Beelzebub
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
