Red are the nails,
Red are the fingers.
The guitar is melting in their grasp.
Dry are the eyes,
Blue is their look.
The wind is trembling in their glow.
Stark is the mouth,
Black are the lips.
The voice is dipping in the velvet breath.
Hidden is the face,
Pale is the skin.
The melody is living in their features.
Fast are the hands,
swaying is the figure.
The soul is dying in the chords.
