| Song | The Libertine's Dream |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Treasure Box |
| 作词 : Almond | |
| On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head | |
| The pillow edged in gold and red | |
| A palace in his prison walls | |
| A feast for all, there's really only bread | |
| Those walls shut out the world | |
| Leaving him to conjure up his own instead | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality | |
| His reality | |
| Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates | |
| Creates desire and fire | |
| His thoughts pour out upon the page | |
| His thirst is never quenched, never tired | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He builds himself a fortress | |
| Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise | |
| Fantasy to fantasy | |
| His kingdom is a playground for desire | |
| And he the king within his walls | |
| Deliberately locks the world outside | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| All the mind divine | |
| A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind | |
| But just a little sad for all these things he had | |
| He waits and serves his time | |
| With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom | |
| And sets out to realise | |
| His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams | |
| His dreams | |
| (repeat to fade) |
| zuò cí : Almond | |
| On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head | |
| The pillow edged in gold and red | |
| A palace in his prison walls | |
| A feast for all, there' s really only bread | |
| Those walls shut out the world | |
| Leaving him to conjure up his own instead | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| A fantasy of sumptuous sensuality | |
| His reality | |
| Where only straw the more his mind hallucinates | |
| Creates desire and fire | |
| His thoughts pour out upon the page | |
| His thirst is never quenched, never tired | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He builds himself a fortress | |
| Fills it with the lusty, beautiful and wise | |
| Fantasy to fantasy | |
| His kingdom is a playground for desire | |
| And he the king within his walls | |
| Deliberately locks the world outside | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| He dreams, he dreams, he dreams, he dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| And dreams | |
| All the mind divine | |
| A cornucopia of pleasure in his mind | |
| But just a little sad for all these things he had | |
| He waits and serves his time | |
| With a wicked gleam he tastes his freedom | |
| And sets out to realise | |
| His dreams, his dreams, his dreams, his dreams | |
| His dreams | |
| repeat to fade |