Anita Lipnicka Cruel Magic
Let's play the guitar
Let's tap our feet
Let's sing of love
To make us all weep
Let's fill up our hearts
And empty our minds
Give ourselves to the music
And dance outside Time
Let's sway our bodies
Like the wind bends the trees
Let’s sing this melody
To cure our disease
Ah, sweet magic
Ah, this sweet, cruel magic
Let's fly through perfumed dreams
On a tapestry of lovers’ words
From the first burning kiss
To the loss and the hurt
Here, the ladies wear their dresses tight
The men, their peacock suits
The moon comes out every night
In a sky of midnight blue
We, who have loved
We, who have been loved
Ah, this sweet, cruel magic
We did it all for Love
