In this faraway land of sun and passion
The air is charged with fire and sounds
Anticipation gripping as the moment is near
Through the mist on surreal stage lights appear
The red gypsy as an enchanted being unveiled
By her looks alone commanding, so profound
She is the incarnation of grace
She is the definition of passion
When she dances, sparks fly
And those around are consumed
Seduced and mesmerized under her spell
She leaves them all broken, but satisfied
As a mythic bird she rises flying
Her arms are wings on fire
Her dress a tornado of colours swirling and turning
Striking her rhythm, to the sound of thunder
A vision conjuring glimpses of heaven and hell
Like a fallen angel she temps, sometimes repels
Like a phoenix reborn from its ashes
She comes alive dancing to the fiery rhythm
Her image branded deep inside your soul
Like a scar that heals but is a reminder still
As a mythic bird she rises flying
Her arms are wings on fire
Her dress a tornado of colours swirling and turning
Striking her rhythm, to the sound of thunder
The red gypsy as an enchanted being unveiled
By her looks alone commanding, so profound
A thing of beauty and imagination
The eternal dance of intense emotion
Forever alive, forever remembered
The air is charged with fire and sounds
Anticipation gripping as the moment is near
Through the mist on surreal stage lights appear
The red gypsy as an enchanted being unveiled
By her looks alone commanding, so profound
She is the incarnation of grace
She is the definition of passion
When she dances, sparks fly
And those around are consumed
Seduced and mesmerized under her spell
She leaves them all broken, but satisfied
As a mythic bird she rises flying
Her arms are wings on fire
Her dress a tornado of colours swirling and turning
Striking her rhythm, to the sound of thunder
A vision conjuring glimpses of heaven and hell
Like a fallen angel she temps, sometimes repels
Like a phoenix reborn from its ashes
She comes alive dancing to the fiery rhythm
Her image branded deep inside your soul
Like a scar that heals but is a reminder still
As a mythic bird she rises flying
Her arms are wings on fire
Her dress a tornado of colours swirling and turning
Striking her rhythm, to the sound of thunder
The red gypsy as an enchanted being unveiled
By her looks alone commanding, so profound
A thing of beauty and imagination
The eternal dance of intense emotion
Forever alive, forever remembered