one
knows my secret pas sion
No one knows how mad I am
All the jewels leave me cold
But one thing could ruin me for good
For good
From each corner of the world I have
brought back the futile traces
Not the pictures or the sounds,
nothing so real, just a vibration
Vale tard ethereal,
Stranger senses
are all they are.
Strong fragrance
of the north
Dangerous message
from the sky
I don't know what I love so much
In all of these ephemeral sense
I buy them all, all for myself,
Invisible an d secret score.
The sweet venom of
Borgi a,
Magical trick of
Cleopatra,
My collection of useless treasures,
I have been told that the green -eyed man does the same with the music, the same with the music as me.
He keeps all my recordings
Strangely, there's a
God by my side
No one knows our secret passions
No one knows how mad
we are
Once he stared at me a long time,
once he gave me such a smile.
Then again, insistent strength of my desire, I met thee,
touching you, and you would know.
The perfumes are like the music,
the love, and like the tears.
We're not so close
Please, please, please,
please, please, please
Israel