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A ballerina,

a girt with completed fate.

She's dancing to have rest,

in heartbreaking melody.

She can't escape.

She's part of a plastic mass.

Fairy tale, fairy tale, fairy tale is now.

Fairy tale, fairy tale, hell on the Earth.

Fairy tale, fairy tale, bad reality.

Ballerina, a pretty girl,

who breaths dust.

Here isn't time,

her heart shouldn't be locked.

Empty, so empty…

It was a beautiful girl,

HI iove with a tintin soldier.

But now she has a new box,

it's coffin.

She can't escape.

She's part of a plastic mass.