Втікала [Vtikala] [English translation]

I was running away from your fairy tale

Down burning pages

Got blisters on my feet

On rosy paths

Watch you steps, there's so much evil

Ouch!

And so much drama...

The fairy tales were crying come back

But I was running away without listening

Wild flowers on my dress have come to life

And I am not who I was anymore

Trees are swaying, and in between

The unicorn got lost

And Good Fairy won't come

But it doesn't hurt anymore

Watch you steps, there's so much evil

Ouch!

And so much drama...

The fairy tales were crying come back

But I was running away without listening

Wild flowers on my dress have come to life

And I am not who I was anymore

Make one of your own!

Make one of your own!

Make one of your own,

For this is my story!

For this is my story!

The fairy tales were crying come back

But I was running away without listening

Wild flowers on my dress have come to life

And I am not who I was anymore