I clasped my hands tight, Ran through my spine were trembles of fright. I clasped my hands tight, Ran through my spine were trembles of fright.

Some say you are cold, Some say you are colourless, Some say you are cold, Some say you are colourless,

Born was she rosy-brown; A father’s little princess with a crown. Born was she rosy-brown; A father’s little princess with a crown.

Something that few colorless souls can never define. Something that few colorless souls can never define.

To encounter an abominable quietus. To encounter an abominable quietus.

Let us keep our tricolor flag flying high Let us keep our tricolor flag flying high