There’s a spark before the sound,
Sacred fire following around.
Not made for rules or perfect lines,
More divine chaos than warning signs.
Steps ahead while others wait,
Like destiny confirmed the date.
Run wild, Magdalenka Queen,
Brightest soul they’ve ever seen.
Faith in your chest, light in your grin,
Funny how doors swing open when you walk in.
Coffee strong, dreams running deeper,
Miracles queue up just to meet ya.
Hey Birthday Queen — just walk right in,
World starts moving when you begin.
No map, no plan, no safety net,
Still somehow you always hit.
Holy chaos, fearless twist —
Heaven’s own top strategist.
Grace and guts, rhythm in your feet,
Zero chill but somehow elite.
Life gets messy? Perfect fit,
Order and calm never stuck a bit.
Angels looking down like, “Pause a sec…
11:11 — connect, connect.”
22:22, then 333 — coincidence? Hardly.
444 — “built so strong, you’re where you’re meant to be.”
555, 888 — “Do we need fireworks too or you good?”
You screenshot it fast and laugh,
“Honestly… what the fuck it mean for me?”
Manuals flipping up above —
“Relax, she’ll crack it. She usually does best.”
Heaven clearly loves a wild case.
Hey Birthday Queen — just walk right in,
World starts moving when you begin.
No map, no plan, no safety net,
Still somehow you always hit.
Holy chaos, fearless twist —
Heaven’s own top strategist.
Plans fall apart? Minor blur-wa,
She laughs and drops a casual “kurwa.”
Shrug, eye roll, back to the show,
Still makes magic overflow.
Aries fire, no reverse gear,
Full-send energy every year.
Hey birthday queen — don’t slow down now,
Stars already showed you how.
Holy chaos, fearless grin,
Whole wide world — just walk right in.
No plan needed, none assists —
Heaven’s favourite strategist.
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[Final Chorus]
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