She wasn't Helen of Troy
Whose beauty drove men to destroy
No, she was a night queen
Whose sweetness men like to win
She was a simple woman,
Oh yeah, she was

When she passed away on the first spring day
The day when all is beautiful
And filled with new lift
The day when nature wakes up
From long winter sleep

She passed away (passed away)
On the first spring day
Passed away (passed away)
And I believe I'll never find another love