it’s a wild life of magic and tales of light and radiance dreams and darkness firebird, firebird will you bring it all for me? firebird, firebird will you transform all things for me? what we dreamt yesterday was once reality, what we never imagined is current, and eats us day by day desires fade and palaces appear demons roar, and sirens kiss us and induce *******, and bless us with erections firebird, firebird let all whispers come real firebird, firebird, firebird let time stand still where I want it to be clouds are rocks and earth is liquid my flesh burns and the Princess of Far-off gyrates Mean King objects and the Jester holds court Kingdoms collapse and new ones come in their place dreams, dreams, dreams die and are re-born in the Heavens in Our Heads *firebird, firebird burn the ground and let illusion and reality be one firebird, firebird, firebird let despair be hope, and love be lust one the other, the other the one
poem based on artwork of the same title by Leon Bakst from wikipedia: Léon Samoilovitch Bakst (Russian: Лео́н Никола́евич Бакст) (May 10, 1866 – December 28, 1924) was a Russian painter and scene and costume designer.