It was the third morning since they had left their home
They started walking into the forest
They saw a lovely bird and they did follow it - just for one song
It landed on a roof, oh of a little house
The walls were made of bread and sugar windows
A candy paradise, a nagging hunger! They broke off a piece
Nibble, nibble, little rat its my house youre nibbling at!
We are the wind or the stormy weather, a soft and a passing breeze
That plays in the trees forever
We are no children, who have come to the sweetest heaven
We are just a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever
And they went on eating sweets - Well it was dangerous
And it made them want more - A craving like a curse!
They broke a piece of bread and grabbed a window- pane
It creaked and cracked
Suddenly that voice again from the inside of the house
Eerily, it frightened them and there was no way out
It sounded like a knife and left them terrified - Once more they lied:
We are the wind or the stormy weather, a soft and a passing breeze
That plays in the trees forever
We are no children, who have come to the sweetest heaven
We are just a passing breeze that plays in the trees forever

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