Fadin' colours in your eyes... In your mind. I saw my years I saw my tears, freezing, A fairy lamp lit up my face... as a gentle breeze.
Just another pearly moon through the weeping fog, Takes away the orchids from my bed! Ordinary season of a standing world, Where the colours slidedown on my back!
I heards speak painted girls, They believe in another life, It's strange to say, but from that moment My days are not the same!