Gran - Hada

Mirror, tell me how pretty I am,
tell me how pretty I am.
Long wait looking in his eyes,
looking in his eyes.
And the mirror says nothing,
she keeps thinking about her fairy tale,
her fairy tale.
Little shoe tell me who thinks of me,
tell me who thinks of me now.
Full moon will surely come tomorrow,
full moon will surely come tomorrow.
And the little shoe does not come to his beloved,
she keeps thinking about her fairy tale,
about her fairy tale.
But for me it's the white snow of my dreams,
that makes me feel like that blue little prince
who goes to meet her,
it gives me back life melting in a kiss,
and it's for me the 4 cardinal points.
How to love you, my heart?
My Cinderella, don't cry for me,
I'll bring you the little shoe.
And it's for me the 4 cardinal points,
And it's for me the 4 cardinal points.