She sang always lyrically warmly,
She caressed the audience with her sharm
And wanted to live to death in contrary,
She delighted us with her modest warm.
Her songs filled unfeigned sadness,
And in her eyes an ever-burning light,
But that was unruly disease
Measured out few years of life.
She \"Tenderness\" with rapture,
She soared to the skies with her feelings,
With her special revelation capture
She responded in the hearts of the audience.
She lived in a song at an every home,
Sang about love, the sun and rains.
Everything was performed in a special tone,
She addressed the soul with her voice.
The stars of the sky were flowers for her,
She brought to us tenderness and love,
With clear beautiful eyes as mere
She settled in souls forever...and above.