A cloudy, cloudy day.
Suddenly a wizard walks
Infects the shadow, sings like this.
He has a jingling garment.
Evil forces flee.
Demons fear, when the magician is present.
The sad turns cheerful.
Everyone rejoices, until the magician is present.
There are so many forces.
The sun shines, the clouds are gone
and the humans are happy now.
The magician made a mark on us:
We prefer to be happy.
Nothing saying
let it pass.
There are so many forces.