The hair flight of a flame to the extreme

West desires to deploy all

This raises (I would die a diadem)

Towards the front crowned her former home

But without this or that deep sigh naked

The ignition of fire still inside

Originally it only continues

In the jewel in the eye and truthfully laughs

A nudity heroes tend defames

The one that does not star lights moving finger

Nothing to simplify the woman with glory

Performs by his chief dazzling feat

From rubies sow doubt that the scars

And a joyful and tutelary torch.

03/11/08