Waken now |
| Somewhere at the town's end, there an old house sleeps |
| And at the ninth window, maiden waits and weeps |
| Golden moon, counting, counting all her bitter tears |
| Night still hides them, almost, almost like her fears |
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| By the empty table, every night she waits |
| Her pure spirit's calling, calling out for help |
| O Good Fairies, where are those enchanting lips? |
| O Prince Charming, where's your ever-magic kiss? |
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| Waken now, my good Prince |
| I would gladly give you all |
| All my dreams and all my youth |
| Break the spell of the fairy tale |
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| Waken now, my good Prince |
| I would gladly give you all |
| All my dreams and all my youth |
| Break the spell of the fairy tale |
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| Waken now, my good Prince |
| I would gladly give you all |
| All my dreams and all my youth |
| Break the spell of the fairy tale |
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| Waken now |
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| Every morning dawning, dawning over tears |
| Oh, pure heart sees, sees all, all that eye ignores |
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Tanja Ribič
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From left to right: N/A, Irena Vrckovnik, N/A
