Alba s touto skladbou:
Nezařazené,
When you're rife with devastation
there's a simple explanation
You're a toymakers creation,
trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tils it
know that we must be resilient
We won't let them break our spirit
as we sing our silly song
When I was a little filly,
a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage,
said, "'Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in
So I dug one thousand holes
and cut a rug with orphan foals
Now memories are blurred,
and their faces are obscured
But I still know the words to this song
When you've bangled all your bangles,
and your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to the jingle jangle of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
and the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
and just sing along with me!
When I was a little filly,
a galloping blaze overtook my city
So they shipped me off to the orphanage,
said, "'Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in
So I dug one thousand holes
and cut a rug with orphan foals
Now memories are blurred,
and their faces are obscured
But I still know the words to this song
When you've bangled all your bangles,
and your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to the jingle jangle of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
and the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
and just sing along with me!
When you've bangled all your bangles,
and your loved ones have been mangled
Listen to the jingle jangle of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing
and the whole world's harmonizing
So please children stop your crying
and just sing along with me!
