Two concentric circles,

Turning slowly to the sea,

Found the body floating,

In the water,

Silently.

You are like the sun,

And I restless as the moon,

I rise and fall,

In rhythm to your voice,

your voice,

your voice, the poison burns so sweetly.

In the sky they've cooked a potion,

Thrown a line and hooked my emotions,

Reeled them in and taken then apart,

Like all affairs of the heart.

You have woven threads of passion,

Round my heart and started a fashion,

In the end the fabric falls apart,

Like all affairs of the hart.

With the footsteps of the thief,

Who steals without a sound.

You have taken all the golden apples,

You have found.

In the mind of woman,

There is no confidence,

And the mind of man,

Only the skin,

the skin,

the skin, your touch can burn so sweetly

In the sky they've cooked a potion,

Thrown a line and hooked my emotions,

Reeled them in and taken then apart,

Like all affairs of the heart.

You have woven threads of passion,

Round my heart and started a fashion,

In the end the fabric falls apart,

Like all affairs of the heart.