Out of highest buildings in a city the fairies emerging each under a tiny umbrella
One by one they creep and follow the route to the queen Cinderella,
Cinderella the tale of all tales; her song is sang by them a cappella
He who saves his soul, he who guards his call
Leaves the city behind, his fortune is abandoned completely and totally whole
The city is vanquished: the saints are leaving behind any roll
Oh prophet! Oh prophet! get up yourself and flee
God relentless wrath; concludes the dormant city
Is vicious, vile and merciless without joviality or glee
Oh prophet! Oh prophet get up, hastily dress and run
Off the dreadful abandoned city, before the rising sun
In the gentle night shelter, it welcomes the refugees with cover and calm
And there are more fairies stepping down from tall buildings; flocking towards the forest gloom
Where Cinderella stands guiding them away from the city loom
Cinderella the tale of all tales; they are closing the fairy-tell gate upon the city doom
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and haste your retreat
The night city drums thunder and beat
A place so foul, no man is liberated or free in solitary iron grasped streets
Oh prophet! oh prophet get up and hide
This city is filled with bigotry and shameful pride
The night will protect you, it is pure with divinity and delight
Oh Prophet! oh Prophet wake up and rise
Large treasure rapture city eyes
Their sins are blotted in shape and size
Oh prophet! oh prophet take a warning, take a stern heed
Tomorrow God's wrath will over the city take a lead
And with fury and fire burns her towers and smash her peaks
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