Paroles de la chanson Violetta par
Violetta is a mad bird
I pick flowers as they bloom out of her eyes
The weather is harsh
& the weather is mild
Violetta is a mad bird
She can't hold a grudge or forget how to fly
the weather is harsh
& the weather is mild
Ferry me across the ocean of looking-glass fire
And along the writhing road to paradise
O this gift of life
A sweet bouquet with fangs
A wish granted at a shackling price
I pick flowers as they bloom out of her eyes
The weather is harsh
& the weather is mild
Violetta is a mad bird
She can't hold a grudge or forget how to fly
the weather is harsh
& the weather is mild
Ferry me across the ocean of looking-glass fire
And along the writhing road to paradise
O this gift of life
A sweet bouquet with fangs
A wish granted at a shackling price
Violetta is a mad bird
I pick flowers as they bloom out of her eyes
The weather is harsh
& the weather is mild