Fire is a fickle fiend

When I exhale all my anger

It roars like the lions in my head

When I cry out all my sadness

It dips down like the dying daisies in my eyes

When I kiss the flames with my happiness

It was dances like the undoubtful Danes in my dreams

When I tell tales of all my love affairs

It burns and simmers

Like the heat rising to my cheeks

Fire is a fickle fiend

Like the mind that so valiantly leads me