Soon we will have better times
With flowers in the fields and pink cows
That dance into the night
We shall be good and sweet
For soon it is the time for slaughter
And dance, there will be dance
Dancing, what is better than dancing?
Dancing, what is better than dancing, tonight?
The winter's night is cold and dark
But soon the sun will sneak inside
And dance into the night
Then all our terrible thoughts will dissappear
And all the shadows will retreat
And dance, they will dance!
Dancing, what is better than dancing?
Dancing, what is better than dancing tonight?
All that dissapeared and all that died
Will soon be covered under snow
That dances into the night
All the sorrows, all my misery
Will soon be buried and forgotten
And dance, we will dance
Dancing, what is better than dancing?
Dancing, what is better than dancing tonight?
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