The Iron Maiden — текст песни (Barclay James Harvest)

She walks on through the night
Her circumstances slight
Are only helping her to fail
And though she feels she`s right
She tries with all her might
And makes the deepest peril pale
Oh, but she is unreal
Oh, but she doesn`t feel
Oh, but she is unreal
She chooses who to love
And then unlike a dove
She takes the laughter from their smile
She wears a velvet glove
Her friends may find it rough
It is a gauntlet all the while
Oh, but she is unreal
Oh, but she doesn`t feel
Oh, but she is unreal