I arise
like phoenix from the ashes;
and just for you I would tint my lashes.
I live in the grace
staring at you.
With my pale face
wofen with melancholic thoughts:
My dress of lace
somehow rotten –
nearly forgotten:
My soul so blue ….
hey you, hey you, hey you.
I arise
like phoenix from the ashes;
and just for you I would tint my lashes,
tint my lashes,
and just for you I would tint my lashes.

I arise
like phoenix from the ashes;
and just for you I would tint my lashes,
tint my lashes,
and just for you I would tint my lashes.