Cinderella, for her twentieth birthday
Is the prettiest of children
Her handsome lover, Prince Charming
Takes her on his white horse

She forgets the time
In this silver palace
To not see that a new day is dawning
She closes her eyes and in her dreams
She leaves
Pretty little story
She leaves
Pretty little story

Cinderella, for her thirtieth birthday
Is the saddest of mothers
Prince Charming has taken off
With Sleeping Beauty
She has seen a hundred white horses
Far from her, taking her children

She starts to drink
To hang out in bars
Wrapped up in her sorrow
Now, she walks the streets
She leaves
Pretty little story
She leaves
Pretty little story

Ten years of this life have been enough
To turn her into a junkie
And in an endless sleep
Cinderella sees her life ending
The lights are dancing
In the ambulance
But she kills her last chance
All this no longer matters
She leaves
End of the story

Our father, who is so old
Have you really done your best?
Because on earth and in the heavens
Your angels do not like to grow old

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