An old man came to me at my last birthday
He told me such a thing no one is supposed to say
Believe in life, in God, in Santa Claus
The magic world is real

Witchour
Witchour
Feed your soul
Witchour

An old woman walk near me at the main street
She gave me a rose that smells like innocence
I saw her eyes, her hair, her entire soul
The magic world is here