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When I was a little child, my mommy said to me

If you'll misbehave, remember

Fairies will come and kidnap you, dear

They'll turn you into flower

And plant you in the ground

In the garden of queen Anna

I don't care if it is true or not, 'cause now I am very, very vile!

(Someone looks for you

Someone still believes in you)

Anna! Anna!

Magic fairy of childhood memory!

(Someone cries for you

Someone spares joy with you)

Anna! Anna!

I'll be the saddest flower

In your gallery!

Look, my heart turns tonight

Into sweets, that bring delight

And it turns, my ill soul

Into rainbow, that points to treasures and gold

Well, I'm not a little baby!

I don't believe in tales.

Life is prosaic and short, oh mother

All what is left for us to do here is dancing, singing, don't be scared.