When you're rife with devastation
There's a simple explanation
You're a toymaker's creation
Trapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts it
Know that we will stay resilient
We won't let them break our spirits
As we sing our silly song

When I was a little filly
A galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage
Said: Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals
Now memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured
But I still, know the words to this song

When you've bungled all your bangles
And your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to this jingle jangle
Of my gipsy tambourine

'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
And the whole world's hamonizing
So please children stop your crying
And just sing along with me

Tradução Adicionar à playlist Tamanho Cifra Imprimir Corrigir

Posts relacionados

Ver mais no Blog