Текст песни Snow Queen - Live - Carole King

High on her snow covered mountain
From her throne she looks down at the clowns
Who think youth can be found in a fountain

High on the wings of the rhythm
She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes
But she′ll never dance with them

And in smoke filled rooms of electric sound
A legend is built around the Snow Queen

You may believe you're a winner
But with her you will soon bite the dust
And discover you′re just a beginner

You may not think you're a loser
But in mid-air you'll be hung while
You trip on your tongue
And it′ll only amuse her

In the morning haze you are frozen there
Caught in the icy stare of the Snow Queen

No my friend she doesn′t want what you're selling
Oh, my friend there must be a place you can hide

And into the night you′ll fade knowing you lost the game
And just how she got the name of the Snow Queen

Thank you