Tell me, tell me, who do you think of?
Tell me, tell me, your secret inspiration...
Can you describe me
carefully, who is it
you think of?
when you`re writing that song?
Sustained in the other side
of your hide mirror mind.
You change your muse everytime,
just to keep it in mysterie hided!
Can`t lost her, keep it, keep it,
not a chance to reveal
your secret muse is not for real!
When you`re writing that song
to keep it for so long, so long, so long!
Who do you think of?
tell me, tell me your secret inspiration...
That muse, no, not a chance to reveal!
But in my translation soul,
i feel her, as she`s so real, as she`s so real!