歌词
When You Wish Upon Walt’s Star
**Verse 1:**
In the city of angels, under the sun's golden gaze,
Seven peaks stand tall, shrouded in the city's haze.
Sepúlveda whispers, a riddle of the past,
Where are the seven elves, their legends vast?
**Chorus:**
Ba ram ba ba bump, the heart's drum beats,
As stories unfold on these foggy streets.
From Snow White's peak to the dwarves' abode,
In every stone, a fable is sowed.
**Verse 2:**
Beneath the star of Disney, a dreamer's soul lies,
Frozen in time, where imagination never dies.
The spirit of Walt, in the pavement entwined,
A legacy of magic, for the world to find.
**Chorus:**
Ba ram ba ba bump, in the rhythm we trust,
In the echoes of folklore, in the city's dust.
From the tales of old to the myths we create,
Our history's alive, it's never too late.
**Verse:**
Seven elves in the heavens dance, a planetary align,
Mercury to Saturn, in the night sky they shine.
Seven dwarves below, moons and dwarfs in tow,
Vesta's glow to Ganymede's flow, in the cosmic show.
**Chorus:**
In the waltz of the worlds, where myths are spun,
The tales of old and the stars become one.
From earthly peaks to the lunar plains,
The universe sings in these celestial refrains.
**Bridge:**
Oh, Sepúlveda, your secrets to unveil,
In the dance of the pixies, in the foggy veil.
Seven rulers of old, in the mountains' keep,
Guarding the tales that the city does reap.
**Outro:**
So let's sing for the elves, and the kings of yore,
For the stories that thrive in the city's core.
Ba ram ba ba bump, let the music play,
In Los Angeles, where myths still sway.
**Chorus:**
In the waltz of the worlds, where myths are spun,
The tales of old and the stars become one.
From earthly peaks to the lunar plains,
The universe sings in these celestial refrains.
**Chorus:**
In the waltz of the worlds, where myths are spun,
The tales of old and the stars become one.
From earthly peaks to the lunar plains,
The universe sings in these celestial refrains.
**Verse 1:**
In the city of angels, under the sun's golden gaze,
Seven peaks stand tall, shrouded in the city's haze.
Sepúlveda whispers, a riddle of the past,
Where are the seven elves, their legends vast?
**Chorus:**
Ba ram ba ba bump, the heart's drum beats,
As stories unfold on these foggy streets.
From Snow White's peak to the dwarves' abode,
In every stone, a fable is sowed.
