Il ballo del mattone.

On a quiet street, in a quiet shop
A little marionette sits and she dreams

“I want to be a real girl!
I want to be without strings!”

And she sings,
“dadadadum, dadadadum”
And she sings,
“dadadadum, dadadadum”

In the quiet heart of a quiet wooden girl
There’s an imaginary pulse, but it screams

“I am so sick of this world, which owns me!
I am so sick of this world!”

And she sings,
“dadadadum, dadadadum”
And she sings,
“dadadadum, dadadadum”

Marionette, dance for us!
Marionette, dance for us!
Marionette [...] dance dance dance dance dance...



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