Besedila:
Elisa Fairy Girl

without words left to say our souls drowning into the night we would know how our secrets were there to be told I would feel I could be forever the fairy girl, the fairy girl

Prevod: Elisa. Fairy Girl.

, of the scent of asphalt when it rains The fairy girl is sitting on the grass The fairy girl is sitting on the grass The fairy girl is sitting on the grass The fairy girl

, of the scent of asphalt when it rains The fairy girl is sitting on the grass The fairy girl is sitting on the grass The fairy girl is sitting on the grass The fairy girl