Farewell, Angelina

Farewell, Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound

The triangle tingles
The music play slow
But farewell, Angelina
The night is on fire
And I must go

There is no use in talking
And there's no need for blame
There is nothing to prove
Ev'rything still is the same

A table stands empty
By the edge of the stream
But farewell, Angelina
The sky's changing colours
And I must leave

The jacks and the queens
They forsake the courtyard
52 gypsies
Now file past the guards

In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell, Angelina
The sky, it is folding
I'll see you after a while

King Kong, little elves
In the rooftoops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the hero's clean hands

Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell, Angelina
The sky is flooding over

And I must be gone