Текст песни 7-ая раса - Куклы становятся старше

Fairy-tale world
Wool sparkle like snow .
In the room where your eyes are burning
Believe it or not .
Counting to a hundred ...
Considering that the past will not work
Shivering worlds wave
Only whisper , please

You - the magic light ...
And there are no restrictions ...
Only in the morning did not cry.

lead me
Dear soft snow trails
A gray color , such as white
Just tired .
Hold me ...
Although I am unlikely to have escape.
Us time rubbing sand
And even dolls get older

The time has gone ...
But again trying to repeat
Experiments first phrases ,
Again, I pull the cord ,
It is hard to see his eyes.
Squinting , I catch a smile those
Not trust the brakes,
But who in the end will pull all

On the magic light ,
Where there are no restrictions ...
Only in the morning did not cry.

lead me
Dear soft snow trails
A gray color , such as white
Just tired .
Hold me ...
Although I am unlikely to have the escape ,
Us time rubbing sand
And even dolls get older

lead me
Dear soft snow trails
A gray color , such as white
Just tired .
Hold me ...
Although I am unlikely to have the escape ,
After all, I did not know
That even dolls get older