Canzone - \"I miei genitori sono dei mostri\" da \"Spellbound - L'incantesimo\"

This is my world, welcome, I guess Thanks to my parents, it's sort of a mess They've been on edge, uh, stomping about Try to approach them, they'll snarl or lash out Sure, woo-hoo, I'm a princess Still, my life's not ideal There's a few flaws, mainly because Both of my parents are monsters Like actual monsters, for real Only last year, things were less weird Then out of nowhere, a darkness appeared Suddenly, boom, something just burst When it was over, my parents were cursed As for how we can cure them That's still under dispute But it's been strange since the big change Seeing my parents as monsters Impossible monsters to boot Now you may think that yours are high-strung Thoughtless and rude Overdramatic, erratic, conclude Stubborn as mules, pains in the rear But mine are so far past the line That sometimes I could drastically swear They're hardly aware I'm here

[MINISTER BOLINAR] Such a sweet girl, such a hard lot Still she's been coping despite you know what Never complains, never upset [MINISTER NAZARA] Under that smile though she's struggling, I'll bet [MINISTER BOLINAR] She's a calm and mature one While her folks go berserk [MINISTER BOLINAR & MINISTER NAZARA] Having their backs, hiding their tracks Knowing her parents are monsters [MINISTER NAZARA] And covering for monsters, it's work [ELLIAN] And meanwhile there were papers to sign Troops to inspect Meetings galore to restore what's been wrecked People to help, laws to decree And true, there's tons I'd rather do But someone's gotta answer the call And someone is always me It would be nice for just a day To deal with parents who are bossy or nosy Strict would be fine, annoying? Sure, okay But all that mine do for me is pretty much ignore me (spoken) And let me say it's the worst, anyway (sung) This is my life, it has been all year Under a shadow that won't disappear Everyone's tense, tempers are high But I've been dealing, well, least ways I try It's my job to stay hopeful 'til we're through this somehow Frankly, I know that even though they are behaving like monsters Angry and wild, easily riled, gritting and braving like monsters Somewhere inside, under that hide, those are my parents, not monsters I'm sure they're not monsters I know they're not monsters But boy, are they monsters Right now