Who are going to follow her? She can’t leave footsteps on the ground In this town she seems to be the only one How she will live when nobody can be by her side? Upstairs, that trembling body dwells in silence
Behind that smiling mask there is a grief Her soul cries, her hands bleed Doomed alive Again, the imperfect fate makes its work
And if I open her window, Would she think she can fly? Leave this soil, become a bird Spread your wings, split those chains The sky is wide enough to build a new home
Behind that heavy make-up there is a grief Your soul cries, your hands bleed Doomed alive Again, the imperfect fate makes its workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
