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Just step in, madonnas, madonnas
And get in, madonnas, madonnas
All the patient horses are waiting
With their hoofs above ground they are hanging

And the carriages are restless
Everyone is painted matching all the horses
Looking like the colors of the ceiling
Of the oak tree, of a carrot

A stir from madonnas
A stampede of hundreds
Bolting off their hoofs

Circling in fire in their roped-in cages
Once they were of games
And throughout every dancehall
With a will of vigor, burning flowers

And in each carriage arm and arm
Madonna and madonna
From childhood bent up, she is stuck
Inside an unchanging time

White horses - carriage
Black horses - carriage
Red horses - carriage
Magnificent!

Just as a gift for the complicated eras
That are too sad
Everyday on Sundays
Working for the midnight holy masses

And in each carriage arm and arm
Madonna and madonna
And no one knows which is asleep
And which one is inspired

White horses - carriage
Black horses - carriage
Red horses - carriage
Magnificent!

Just step in, madonnas, madonnas
And get in, madonnas, madonnas
All the patient horses are sleeping
With their hoofs above ground they are dreaming

And the carriages are restless
Everyone is painted matching all the horses
Looking like the colors of the ceiling
Of the oak tree, of a carrot

A stir from madonnas
A stampede of hundreds
Bolting off their hoofs (x4)

Just as a gift for the complicated eras
That are too sad
Everyday on Sundays
Working for the midnight holy masses

And in each carriage arm and arm
Madonna and madonna
And no one knows which is asleep
And which one is inspired

White horses - carriage
Black horses - carriage
Red horses - carriage
Magnificent!

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