grapes of wrath are fruits of passion 
fulsome hands don't feel repentance 
seek the reason, find an answer 
why do only scars remain ... mirror, mirror on the wall 

  

a mean and ugly you can't understand 
a taste of freedom, insufficient 
but it's all that's left to be ... mirror, mirror on the wall 

  

don't be frightened, don't be anxious 
a new attempt and you fall further down 
come on defy indifference 
and the sun will shine for you again ... mirror, mirror on the wall