The night is endlessly long, the road is a cave with green stalactite trees. I spare the wind I catch to whistle, I mock everything my pathetic dreams.
My chariot moves on like a pumpkin,
the prince is out tonight.
He has his socks full of holes
and a glass shoe
and lent his boots to the cat.
And under the hood,
six white mice whizzing on a treadmill.
Cinderella... Don't forget the eggs.
Cinderella... One and a half ounces cervelat sausage.
Cinderella... Lobster with fried fruit.
Cinderella... Shark fin soup again.
And there is a man riding in front of me
with his head in his hat
who really can't drive.
I bet I can,
I can do it twice as well,
I'll cut him in a moment.
The lighthouse keeper descends to the beach,
his daughter sinks in her tree.
The lions rule with an iron hand.
I hide my face in my dream.
I feel insecure inside.
/>It's time to come up with a trick.
Cinderella... Make the bed.
Cinderella... Clean sheets.
Cinderella... Curtains closed.
Cinderella. .. Lights out.
And above the woods
rises the castle
conquered by Reinaert de Vos.
Speculaas with his servant
on the cinnamon roof
loosens the candy bars.
Then I immediately dive into the feathers
to teach the cool ones how to keel.
Aaahhh, aaahhh.
Cinderella... Yes.< br/>Cinderella... Ooh.
Cinderella... Nice, glitter.
Cinderella... Hoopla.
Cinderella... Cosy.
Cinderella. Cinderella.

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