Vanilla Queen Serenade
Morning light on the island streets,
Warm bread rising, golden sweets.
From Paphos town to Nicosia,
Alica brings the finest aroma.
She opens a bottle,
the whole room knows,
A deep, honest fragrance starts to grow.
For every baker, every dream,
She pours the real vanilla cream.
No shortcuts hiding in the shade,
No little tricks, no bargain trade.
When the recipe calls for true,
There’s only one thing she will do:
Alica, Alica, Vanilla Queen,
Bringing the richest flavor Cyprus has seen.
Real vanilla beans, from real orchids grown,
Real extract magic in every home.
No silly substitutes, no imitation at all,
Only the real vanilla when the bakers call.
Alica, Alica, let the sweet bells ring— The Vanilla Queen of everything!
For cakes and cookies,
tarts that shine, She brings a drop of the good kind.
In every bakery, near and far,
Her golden bottles are the star.
From Limassol harbor to Larnaca blue,
The ovens are glowing because of you.
One true bean can change the day,
And Alica knows the honest way.
No shortcuts hiding in the shade,
No little tricks, no bargain trade.
When the recipe calls for true,
There’s only one thing she will do:
Alica, Alica, Vanilla Queen,
Bringing the richest flavor Cyprus has seen.
Real vanilla beans, from real orchids grown,
Real extract magic in every home.
No silly substitutes, no imitation at all,
Only the real vanilla when the bakers call.
Alica, Alica, let the sweet bells ring— The Vanilla Queen of everything!
Shake the flour, turn the flame,
Say the queen’s delicious name.
From flower to bean,
from bean to brew,
Alica keeps the flavor true.
Alica, Alica, Vanilla Queen,
Bringing the richest flavor Cyprus has seen.
Real vanilla beans, from real orchids grown,
Real extract magic in every home.
No silly substitutes, no imitation at all,
Only the real vanilla when the bakers call.
Alica, Alica, let the sweet bells ring—
The Vanilla Queen of everything!
The Vanilla Queen of everything!