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.