Текст песни Singing Pixie - Sherina
Flying
into
the
empty
room
She
opens
her
eyes
She
feels
the
air
suddenly
stop
rushing
She
saw
pictures
in
her
head.
...Mmmm...
Of
the
beam
seeping
politely
through
the
four
windows
To
a
place
where
the
laughter
are
as
sweet
as
cherries
And
of
the
singing
drizzle
That
turns
into
a
shower
outside.
...Mmmm...
The
little
pixie
flutters
around
as
she
pours
her
sugary
dust
That
reflects
the
moonlight
on
the
faded
crimson
bed.
She
hums
the
song
of
peace,
a
song
only
siren
could
sing.
Her
silver
wings
are
made
to
fly.
Just
like
yours.
Opening
a
jar,
she
frees
the
sparkly
fireflies
inside
Painting
the
room
with
butterflies.
She
brought
back
the
beauty
of
being
happy
Touch
your
art
of
life.
Like
a
singing
pixie.
She
flies
away
through
the
four
window
And
left
the
empty
jar
On
the
crimson
bed.
A
reminder
of
her
serene
song.
...Mmmm...
The
empty
room
Went
to
Neverland
Leaving
behind
the
singing
pixie.
She
sang
that
peace
is
in
your
wings.
...Mmmm...
The
little
pixie
flutters
around
as
she
pours
her
sugary
dust
That
reflects
the
moonlight
on
the
faded
crimson
bed.
She
hums
the
song
of
peace,
a
song
only
siren
could
sing.
Her
silver
wings
are
made
to
fly.
Just
like
yours.
Opening
a
jar,
she
frees
the
sparkly
fireflies
inside
Painting
the
room
with
butterflies.
She
brought
back
the
beauty
of
being
happy
Touch
your
art
of
life.
Like
a
singing
pixie.
Her
silver
wings
are
made
to
fly.
Just
like
yours.
Touch
your
art
of
life.
Like
a
singing
pixie.
Her
silver
wings
are
made
to
fly.
Just
like
yours.
Touch
your
art
of
life.
Like
a
singing
pixie.
The
little
pixie
flutters
around
as
she
pours
her
sugary
dust
That
reflects
the
moonlight
on
the
faded
crimson
bed.
She
hums
the
song
of
peace,
a
song
only
siren
could
sing.
Her
silver
wings
are
made
to
fly.
Just
like
yours.
Opening
a
jar,
she
frees
the
sparkly
fireflies
inside
Painting
the
room
with
butterflies.
She
brought
back
the
beauty
of
being
happy
Touch
your
art
of
life.
Like
a
singing
pixie.
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