you came out of the night,
wearing a mask in white colour.
my eyes were shining
on the wine, and your aura.
all in order, we move into the boudoir,
but too soon the morning has resumed.

i´m hanging on the old goose moon.
you look like an angel,
sleeping it off at a station.
were you only passing through?

i´m dying for you just to touch me,
and feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
l´amour looks something like you.

the thought of you sends me shivery.
i´m dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie.
my heart is thrown
to the pebbles and the boatmen.
all the time i find i´m living in that evening,
with that feeling of sticky love inside.

i´m hanging on the old goose moon.
you look like an angel,
sleeping it off at a station.
were you only passing through?

i´m dying for you just to touch me,
and feel all the energy rushing right up-a-me.
l´amour looks something like you.