| Time stands still with you | |
| The night is ours once again | |
| How many years, | |
| How many million tears before it's only you and me? | |
| When light issues from her deceiving beams, | |
| Even Eve goes up the tree | |
| And eats the forbidden fruit | |
| No love without a prey | |
| Our evil is inherited from our innocence | |
| Our paradise is but a faded picture on the wall | |
| And life's the archangel, | |
| With blackened wings | |
| The throne is ours | |
| But in the night |