Too fast to live, Too young to die
Once upon a december

Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart
Used to know
Once upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim an as ember
Things my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a december
Painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart
Used to know
Once upon a december
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim an as ember
Things my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a december

вот сюда иди=)
что меня взбесило в "Анастасии", что её создали не мы, а америка.