It was the third morning since they had left their home They started walking into the forest They saw a lovely bird and they did follow it - just for one song It landed on a roof, oh of a little house the walls were made of bread and sugar windows A candy paradise, a nagging hunger! They broke off a piece
“Nibble, nibble, little rat - it`s my house you`re nibbling at!”
We are the wind or the stormy weather, a soft and a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever We are no children, who have come to the sweetest heaven We are just a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever
And they went on eating sweets - Well it was dangerous And it made them want more - A craving like a curse! They broke a piece of bread and grabbed a window- pane It creaked and cracked Suddenly that voice again from the inside of the house Eerily, it frightened them and there was no way out It sounded like a knife and left them terrified - Once more they lied:
We are the wind or the stormy weather, a soft and a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever We are no children, who have come to the sweetest heaven We are just a passing breeze that plays in the trees foreverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
