Cinderella from Fábula by Jimena Cabrera

A bittersweet melody
bleeding through the smoke
from the singer’s full red lips
on the microphone.

Dreams of sunny summer days
and a long-lost paradise
when the world seemed filled with wonder
and she felt alive.

Doesn’t seem to care
‘cause deep inside she knows
it’ll be alright later at the show.

Cinderella a spell is in the air,
we’ll play our hearts out tonight.
Here we make our stand,
when the music starts
tears will turn into smiles.
Never mind how hard the fall,
this time we’ll work it out.
Music throws a safety net before
you hit the ground.

The trumpet pours out a groan
in every single blow.
Says he’s feeling like a hundred
thousand years old.

Tells a tale of broken hearts,
he’s better off alone
picking up the pieces
of his shattered ancient soul.

Doesn’t seem to care
‘cause deep inside he knows
it’ll be alright later at the show.

Cinderella a spell is in the air,
we’ll play our hearts out tonight.
Here we make our stand,
when the music starts
tears will turn into smiles.
Never mind how hard the fall,
somehow we’ll work it out.
Music throws a safety net before
you hit the ground.

• Blues
• Funk
• Jazz
• Pop
• Rock
• Soul
• La Plata