I dream both day and night
And imagined
I'd be instead of a witch
The most pretty woman in the world
I brewed many a magic potion
But for "true" beauty
There's no remedy as of yet
I am too good a man for the witch
I stand and gawk at her
My, how such a wonderful shabby face
Can cause such a jumble
Yet I know what a fool I am
Yet I will joyfully
Give her my everything
The wish to live differently
Has been her dream for a long time
Alas, to change the works of god
Is not a small thing to do
O Witch, remember your power
Beauty is day's power
Yours is the night
After many nights of (practicing) magic
I finally realize
That riding on the broom
Always felt like something special
And when I fly astride above the land
I can feel so clearly
How beautiful I am