A Carnival in the streets,
sfilan masks with melodies.
Children have the trumpets
caps and cans:
sounds here, foam there,
there is something for everyone at all times.
Among the many templates there are a naughty,
intrufoleran
between people and a thousand tricks to each Faran.
All laugh uproariously,
while they eat donuts and pancakes.
In this day of Carnival
all, you know, the joy axle.
No thoughts, no sadness, but only
so carefree.
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