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.