Ein zerbrochenes Schneewittchen: Der Kuss, der nie kam, das Gift, das blieb. Über eine Liebe, die für sie nie gedacht war.
She did not sleep deeply, yet nobody came,
The apple was sweet, but it carried the poison.
The roses withered before her face,
The mirror lied softly, yet never told her.
A kiss waited somewhere in glass and in wind,
But nobody knew how a real kiss truly tastes.
The forest was twisted, the path already frozen,
Perhaps love was never meant to (hah)
She did not sleep deeply, yet nobody came,
The apple was sweet, but it carried the poison.
The roses withered before her face,
The mirror lied softly, yet never told her.
A kiss waited somewhere in glass and in wind,
But nobody knew how a real kiss truly tastes.
The forest was twisted, the path already frozen,
Perhaps love was never meant to find her.
She kissed the poison, not the mouth,
Waited in silence for her will to live to fade away.
She kissed the curse, not the heart,
And everything she found ended only in pain.
The prince feared the frost in the air,
He rode past her and lost her scent.
She sang in her thoughts, he never heard it,
For love is complex and moves like magic.
The animals fell silent, the sky forgot her song,
What once lived beneath the glass.
And nobody told the story to the end,
Love was lost like sand in a hand.
She kissed the poison, not the mouth,
Waited silently in her coffin for the one day.
She kissed the curse, not the heart,
And everything she found ended only in pain.
She kissed the poison and nobody wakes,
And nobody wakes..
No, it was not him,
She kissed the poison
A girl was lying there.
Her song was too quiet.
A fairy tale began
And stayed completely alone,
Because nobody found it.
She kissed the poison, not the mouth,
Love was there, only he was not.
She kissed the poison.
And nobody wakes.
Perhaps it was love, perhaps it was not,
(Pause)
Perhaps it was only hope. Perhaps it was a trick...
(Pause)
Perhaps it was love... but love was never meant for her.
