She's moving on, so far away, walking down an avenue.
Fighting against herself inside, wondering for liberty
A crowded town, a city park, wind blows over her blond hair,
A cigarette between her lips... she's looking 'round for beautiful
White roses leaves.
An elegant long white dress covers her princess body down,
Giselle Ricci, pretty young girl, called the Princess of Italy
Still walking down, that avenue, running, hidding away form royalty
She looks away, another way, a long bypath covered in...
White roses leaves.
Her slavery leaded her to insurgency
No one can take her away from her dreams
Her slavery leaded her to misery
She won't allow anybody force her to be Queen...
A Royal crown, her legacy, it was a symbol hated by Giselle,
She didn't ask for a glass shoe, she just wanted to walk on the street,
So she decided to say goodby and get away the legacy,
To live her life as she wanted to, and then the miracle ocurred...
White roses leaves
White roses leaves
White roses leaves
White roses leaves
White roses leaves
White roses leaves