Leda

What a beautiful may flower
White and light blue
Smelling like fresh painting on canvas
What soft jet black hair
What beautiful dark eyes
They'll be nested forever in this centenary photograph

Leda, Leda, Leda
Leda, Leda, Leda

You used to paint flowers
'Cause you had their same grace
Your gentle soul survives through diaries and memories
You were in love with love itself, but gloomy was your pen
Like a golden butterfly, I promise, your heart will always shine

Leda, Leda, Leda
Leda, Leda, Leda

The dark mistress's song
Dragged you away too soon
Eternal youthfulness, that's what you left of you
Tell me who made you decide to sacrifice your life
Your lost spring is the reason why I'm here

Leda, Leda, Leda
Leda, Leda, Leda