When the day breaks at seven o'clock I need to get down to work, I've got hundred things to do I clean, wax, wash and do laundry, I sweep dust - and by then a quarter has passed
I want to read the book - So I take all three, I want to paint something - I dream about gallery I struggle with needle, I'll bake a cake and I'll wait until the days will change
I'll solve some puzzels, dart and take something out of the oven Papier-mâché, pirouette - and certainly mate I form pots, keep silent and form the candles Here comes a bend, here comes a circle, I climb up I like sewing!
Now I've got nothing to read - I know it all by heart I've got no place to paint, I can't see any blank spaces And then the hair, the hair - as long as I have strength For years stuck in this tower with closed door
I'm waiting patiently, keep on waiting And waiting, and waiting, Until a new day will come
Tomorrow is My Birthday Twilight will shine with lights somewhere far away again I want to run there I want to touch them I'm finally grown-up - Maybe Mom Let me go ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
