The mirror has a face
I wonder why she is so sad when she always had such a pretty face
The mirror has a face
Oh Cinderella, there no time for tears drying
Just turn the light on
The many cigarettes I have burned
The smokes don’t float me on the clouds
In the mirror I see my reflection
In the eyes there is a storm but the lightning does not strike through my iris
I am falling apart
I have a broken heart and the pain is searching for healing
Broken mirror on the wall
I am falling apart
Cinderella has no healing
Broken mirror is a warning that someone is inside my thoughts
The nights are stealing all my days
There must be something more meaningful
I want to hold the girl in the mirror
Saying oh Cinderella there is no time for tears dying
Just turn on the light to something beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem