There once lived a boy with a painted forehead He took a stroll through the haunted forest Wanting to find the enchanted castle Afraid of his fate and the creepy crawlies It's not a, it's not a, a fairytale
Dance with the wild, you're a child, your imagination Run with the wind, you're a king of your own creation Dance on the grave of your dreams It's not a fairytale
Meanwhile back in the misty meadow He found the path from an eloquent sparrow Afraid of his fate and the creepy crawlies Takes out his brush, paints a different story It's not a, it's not a, a fairytale
Dance with the wild, you're a child, your imagination Run with the wind, you're a king of your own creation Dance on the grave of your dreams It's not a fairytale So dance where you're wild, be a child in your own creation Fly through the wind, you're the king of imagination Dance on the grave of your dreams It's not a fairytale
Dance where you're wild, be a child in your own creation Fly through the wind, you're the king of imagination Dance on the grave of your dreams It's not a fairytale So dance with the wild, you're a child, your imagination Run with the wind, you're a king of your own creation Dance on the grave of your dreams It's not a fairytaleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
