Painted Girls

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!