The beauty is a gun destroying your soul
Your image is obscure and you think that is everything that you wish
Your eyes don't reveal yourself and you don't know who you are
You don't know who you are
You let the appearance to deceive yourself
You wish that everybody loves you
And adores you
Like a porcelain doll but when you hear the song of your little music box
You will see that you are lonely
But the ballet dancer spinning in your room
Sleep baby sleep little child, beautiful dreams you will have
Hold your pillow and close your eyes so strong
And your fear will go
The nightmares are waiting for you this night
Sleep little child
Sleep little child
