album cover
Singing Pixie
96
Pop
Singing Pixie è stato pubblicato il 14 marzo 2007 da Trinity Optima Production come parte dell'album Primadona
album cover
Data di uscita14 marzo 2007
EtichettaTrinity Optima Production
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM84

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sherina Munaf
Sherina Munaf
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sherina Munaf
Sherina Munaf
Songwriter
Virania Munaf
Virania Munaf
Composer

Testi

Flying into the empty room,
She opens her eyes,
She feels the air suddenly stop rushing,
She saw pictures in her head.
Of the beam seeping politely through the four windows,
To a place where the laughter are as sweet as cherries,
And of the singing drizzle,
That turns into a shower outside.
The little pixie flutters around as she pours her sugary dust,
That reflects the moonlight on the faded crimson bed.
She hums the song of peace, a song only siren could sing.
Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours.
Opening a jar, she frees the sparkly fireflies inside,
Painting the room with butterflies.
She brought back the beauty of being happy,
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
She flies away through the four window
And left the empty jar,
On the crimson bed.
A reminder of her serene song.
The empty room,
Went to Neverland,
Leaving behind the singing pixie.
She sang that peace is in your wings.
The little pixie flutters around as she pours her sugary dust,
That reflects the moonlight on the faded crimson bed.
She hums the song of peace, a song only siren could sing.
Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours.
Opening a jar, she frees the sparkly fireflies inside,
Painting the room with butterflies.
She brought back the beauty of being happy,
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours.
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours.
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
The little pixie flutters around as she pours her sugary dust,
That reflects the moonlight on the faded crimson bed.
She hums the song of peace, a song only siren could sing.
Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours.
Opening a jar, she frees the sparkly fireflies inside,
Painting the room with butterflies.
She brought back the beauty of being happy,
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
Written by: Sherina Munaf, Virania Munaf
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...