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Čaroban
Magical
It’s freezing cold and damned ice is everywhere
I had such a rough day
People are strange, no one has any manners anymore
I’m dragging myself home, tired
And as I dig through my bag to find the key
Already at the end of my nerves
My sunshine, my moon and all of my little stars
My guy opens
My man is at the door
And in a second I am worth a thousand women
Because to him I’m beautiful and strong as a rock
And when he holds me I know everything is alright
The man is magical
He colors all my darkness into springtime
Since he’s been loving me, I’ve been standing tall
And for him I am good just the way I am
The man is magical
