Empty shadows of love- Cry in your palace of gold- Tender tears- They shine on your robes- With desperate diamonds- Desperate passions.   Fire torches line up- In your gardens of love- They play games with your heart- But your bedroom’s so cold- But your bedroom’s so mad- While your destiny showers caresses- On the fortunate lovers, fortunate strangers-   But you are, as always-   -alone-   So alone-------