Welcome to our fairy tale, Tick plays his pipe with flair, Our mentor sings so beautifully, it fills us with despair! Here everything is possible, though folk are barely there... Pupils, I know it well, they come here of their own will, Nobody knows starvation here, nobody feels the chill, And even I'm not lying, no one goes home crying. Welcome to our fairy tale, where Tick will do his dance, While Agnes tends her flowers, and mourns her sorry chance, Here everything is possible, though folk are barely there... Pupils, I know it well, they come here of their own will, Nobody knows starvation here, nobody feels the chill, And even I'm not lying, no one goes home crying. We here will all survive it, us boys and girls together, And finally I give my word, that life will turn out better! We here will all survive it, us boys and girls together, And finally I give my word, that life will turn out better!
