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Singing Pixie
96
Pop
Singing Pixie foi lançado em 14 de março de 2007 por Trinity Optima Production como parte do álbum Primadona
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ÁlbumPrimadona
Data de lançamento14 de março de 2007
EditoraTrinity Optima Production
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM84

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

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

Letra

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
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