Follow the laughing, keep marching to the noise.

Sing with the laughs, dance to their joys.

Follow me in this reality, do not try to fall asleep on the way there.

And we go past the dull butterfly, below the great eagle on his chair.

Follow me and I’ll follow you, in this circus we have so much to do.

Let everyone watch what madness could be, run with a knife towards the sea

Follow me, just take the chance

Go take the hand of a cold soldier and swing and dance

Follow the illusion, see the victorious elephant

Of the stage where we belong, we’re like a pot with a plant

Follow the cobra, you are so blessed

Your victorious death will be so professed

Follow me one last time, don’t think with your brain just let go of your mind

Hope is what drives us, yet it stops for you

Following others is the performance we do.