Windwitch
(Linja Meller)

A princess from the northern lands
moved to the Sahara.
She was dressed in white gownes
and wore mascara.
She fell in love with two bright guys,
one was brave and one was nice,
And as a maiden she could not decide
so she took both and started to hide.

She’s a windwitch
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ for her failure,
a wise bitch
laughin’, laughin’, laughin’ with the devil,
you can see her
when silence is as pure as truth,
phantasia
has sent her their last wolf.

The desert had two fine winds
with different directions.
Every wind led her letters
to a different attraction.
The one wind that blew in the night
led the love to the other side
than the one that blew day by day
love letters the other way.

The desert sun
makes her run
for the wrong letter
although it would not matter.

Our princess she used to be
the center of attention,
an actress who wanted to be
long time mentioned.
But her perfect magic lady life
turned one day to the other side:
Her nose grew long her hair got thin
and then she started drinking gin.