fire and anger The misguided angel with deep routed fears My face shows the years of blood sweating tears Pay attention, this gypsy that deeply senses
kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the gates of Eden The motorcycle black Madonna Two-wheeled gypsy
your jewelry and gone And your crippled young gypsy, he's grown tall and strong And your dead misconceptions have proven you wrong Well then, princess
believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill? Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy
kings And I try to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden The motorcycle 'Black Madonna', two-wheeled gypsy
Am I wrong? Am I strong? Walk away Do I know there are no words to say? Am I yours? Am I mine, anyway? Do I know there are no words? I am the only princess
the canyon Hear the song of the gypsy caravan Magical voices in flight Looking for the next oasis Below the silver shadow moon Radiant princess of night
kings And I try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden The motorcycle black madonna Two-wheeled gypsy
can see me through different eyes Make a princess of me Door to door with a heavy heart Try to stave off the cold In the distance a gypsy cart Filled
You can see me through different eyes Make a princess of me Door to door with a heavy heart Try to stave off the cold In the distance a gypsy cart Filled
I will try to harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden. The motorcycle black madonna Two-wheeled gypsy
