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 !
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 !