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*** Autor textu: Indica *** Autor hudby: Indica
Noita (A Witch)
I hate blue mornings
Which tears me away from the gates of dreams
Where I thought to stay for good
Why is the world in front of me
Just a pale shadow
Of the one where I hoped to be lost
I've seen too much, I think
Because the mirror on the wall
Won't tell me anymore she's the fairest of them all
It only turns its face against the wall
Whatever, I don't care
The nightingales won't sing anymore
In my body lives a wicked witch
It hears stories and wants all of them
The only way out from here is to worn out
Frost or cold won't kill
Often I just wait
I've danced in glass shoes
Felt, felt
How it beats, the heart beats
Suddenly it stops, it doesn't
It doesn't beat anymore
Where have those nights disappeared?
Someone grew stalks to heavens
My plant won't last until spring
It is short as a day in January
No use to wait the carriage anymore
I've heard it arrives only once
Everything ends when the clock strikes
