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Katuprinsessa

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Published: Mar 22, 2014

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Prinsessat,
Nuo kauniit neidot satujen
Mä vaan tyttö katujen
Ei äitini nainut kuningasta
Kuollessaan oli nuori vasta

Onnellisina prinsessat uinuvat
Palattuaan palatsiin
Ja kyyneleeni valuvat
Taas kerran jäteviemäriin

Ei ole mulla kotia mihin palata
Taikka ketään, jota halata
Ruma ja köyhä olen nyt
En prinsessaksi syntynyt

Prinssit ja ruhtinaat
Vain prinsessan he haluavat
Ja koska kadun tyttö olen vaan
Jään mä aina unholaan

Heillä leninki kera tiaaran
Mä ulkona kourissa koleran
Kuollessain sen tietää saan
Ei maailma opi milloinkaan

Kun Herra mut ottaa vastaan
Jää musta muisto ainoastaan
Ja prinsessaat linnoissaan
Tanssivat ain' innoissaan

Mutta aika sankari oli hän
Katuprinsessa sadun tän

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