When I was little,
I heard many fairytales,
Of the goblin and the kettle,
And of the mermaid's tail.

Into my dreams come,
Snow-White and Cinderella,
With dwarfs and glass slippers,
And with a rose comes Beauty.

Castles and knights with noble steeds,
Saving a princess locked in a tower,
Witches and step-mothers,
Oh, how evil they are!

Of secret gardens,
And of Falada, the talking horse,
Rumpelstilskin – is he good or evil?
And of a princess cursed to eternal sleep.

And Red-Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel,
Oh! Are they real?
Maybe, 'cause everything you imagine,
Is much more real than it seems.