Blue fire swept…

Blue fire swept…
Blue fire swept,
Forgot the birthmarks of Dali.
The first time I sang about love,
The first time I refuse to make a scandal.

I was all - like a neglected garden,
Was on women and zelie avid.
Like to sing and dance
And lose your life without looking back.

I would only look at you,
To see the eyes of gold-brown maelstrom,
And that the past is not loving,
You couldn't go to someone else.