Song of Solomon in Opera de Bastille

Blue light and blue marine eyes,
The purple cross, a sapphire's dress,
Two doves in arms and hands,
Few green and yellow limes on table of the sacrifice,
A running girl this time, but also central tree of life in paradise,
And me, i like to be a defense's sword around such a little prince,
Some natty blond and brunette dreads before the red sunrise,
One avengeress against my so often pains by strongest snakes of universe,
Zipporah black and Miriam prophetess are your two feeds with steps in friendly dance,
All vibes of water source through contemporary wilderness,
But modern world prefer the Babylon and disagree those simply colored portraits,
All pharisees try to steal my lovely Mercedes
And give the condemnation's kiss to me like to Edmond Dantes,
Old pirates are they-self in bottomless shit from homosexual Paris' maze of streets
Around square Bastille - Abyss, all parisians on broken knees.