Dancing in the moonlight
Heartaches to caress
Win or lose
It doesn`t make much odds

Shadows fight shadow fade
It is time not too late
For wakeing
From a dream
Night must be our daily bread
Or never what they seem

A voice in the dark
Knowing a better kind of love
A voice like a spark
Careless whisper
Of a dove
Secrets told
New and old
Mysteries unfold
Feel in the night
Voices in the dark
Bringing the light
Voices in the dark

Crying in the moonlight
Dying planet`s way
Where are those who used to show
The way
Shadows fight shadow fade
It is time not too late
For wakeing
From a dream
Night must be our daily bread
Or never what they seem

Sainte-Marie de la Mer
Another sunrise from the sea
Broken wings
Are drifting on the water
Desolate plans ?
And the yellow sand
leaves a trace of blood
A shadow kicking cans
Last days of fantasy


Stop it
Do it, Do it
Do it right now
Stop it
Do it, Do it
Do it right now
Stop it
Do it right now
Stop it
Sainte-Marie de la Mer

They play again
Their favourite game
One eyed heroes
Following the leader
At noon lies by the shore
Awash it like a whore
In the summer heat
Prophets show the way
Painted faces
Hiding fears


One-eyed heroes
Following the leader
At noon lies by the shore
Awash it like a whore
In the summer heat
Prophets show the way
Painted faces
Hiding fears

A holiday by the sea
Hello madame ……
Are you alone a man like me
Can warm you like the sun
Your loving heart
Your credit card
I want all you can give
In return
I make dreams come true

C’est la vie mon ch?ri
C’est la vie
C’est la vie mon amour
Don’t you see
Love is sweet
But it’s never …..
C’est la vie
C’est la vie mon ch?ri
C’est la vie
C’est la vie mon amour
Don’t you see
Love is sweet
But it’s never …..
C’est la vie

La C?te d’Azur
The golden blue
On such a perfect day
Madame I’m so in love
With you
In such a perfect way

Your loving heart
Your credit card
I want all you can give
In return
I make dreams come true

Je t’adore mon ch?ri
Tu es tellement beau
C’est dommage que tu n’aies pas un sou
Parce que moi aussi
Je cherche quelqu’un de riche
C’est la vie