Walking home
In the dark one night
Bright feathers flash
And light the sky.
The drums beat
And shake the street.
Maracas’ Asses
Shake the masses
Blinded by
The feathers flashes.
Painted faces
Masked and true
Smile
As their arms welcome you.
Flirtatious skirts
When Asses work.
Dance and shake
And make a break
This fun is never, a mistake.
The street moves on
The lighting's strong.
Dance that beat
And shake the street.
Hugging everyone we
meet.
Orange flashes
Give us dashes
Of smiling teeth and bodies masses.
Skirts do rise
And fall to surprise
As the feathers flutter in my eyes.
Bodies move
And twist
And groove
To the feats and drums of beats.
Feathers fall and flash us all.
We make the beat
And break the street
Our flaring dances in the heat.
Sweat runs down
We sway the street
Keeping all our
Feathers neat.
Breathing faster
Dancing master
Gather all the moves
And faster.
Music master
Make us gather
Our colours glare
And make them stare.
Standing in our wake
And faster.
This quiet night
The best disaster.
So come strange stranger
As the music gets faster.
Watch and learn
As we discern
The fun
From all of what we earn.
Dance and shake
With the fast music
We make.
And the flairs we shake
Will give us faith
This is what
These
Carnivals make.
