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Primadonna (англ.)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 25.07.2012

Like a bird with golden feathers,
Flying with your broken wings,
I see you on the stage
So happy in your world, in your illusion

Sing just for me tonight, primadonna
Sing make the darkness bright, primadonna
Play your part, though it's sad
Smile at your destiny, primadonna
Smile through your tears for me primadonna
Pay the price of success
You're a star

Life is only a reflection
In the mirror of your mind
When the lights all go out
Your dreams will fade away, they're an illusion

Sing just for me tonight, primadonna
Sing make the darkness bright, primadonna
Sing for the stars above, primadonna
Sing in the key of love, primadonna
Hide your tears and your scar
Show the world a star
Holy Heavens Above you

Help you empty that bittersweet grail
Make the audience love you
And you swear that you never will fall
If they're shouting: "bravo"
For a song and a dance
I will drink to the chance
That you'll have a grand finale
Bravo, primadonna, bravo!


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