Your bags are waiting in the hall and you said "good-bye" An empty room and that was all Life was just a lie Don't turn around, don't hesitate You know it's much too late. (Chorus:) ($) Life is a carrousel* and that's why I enjoy living Maybe some night I'll still cry for you, but morning comes with skies of blue (fine) Don't worry about me You know that I enjoy living The carrousel keeps on turning 'round, and I don't care where's riding bound.** Instrumental There was a time when you and I thought our love would last But our flame was meant to die, burning much too fast Though I regret that we are free, for sure, my friend, you'll see: Chorus Maybe I'll fall in love again some day Maybe I'll make it on my own Life comes and goes, nobody knows I love to live my life, la la la... You know that I enjoy living, la la la... My darling dal $egno al fine (Coda:) but morning comes with skies of blue You know that I enjoy living!
*Als ich zur Schule ging, gab es dieses Wort im Englischen noch nicht - es gab bloß "carousal", und das bezeichnete eine Runde fröhlicher Zecher. Karussell hieß "merry-go-round". Erst im letzten Viertel des 20. Jahrhunderts drang dieser Germanismus zunächst ins amerikanische, dann auch ins britische Englisch ein; irgendwie komisch klingt es aber immer noch - jedenfalls in meinen Ohren.)
**sehr freie Umschreibung von "where its ride is bound" ;-)