Desire - Schiller, Veljanov

Turn my silver into gold

Not afraid of getting old

Warm my soul, remove the cold

When the night comes, give me hold

Gold I need to build you dreams

Older, wiser than it seems

Cold as ice, you play with me

And you hold on to your dreams…

Turn my silver into gold

Not afraid of getting old

Warm my soul, remove the cold

When the night comes, give me hold

Gold I need to buy you dreams

Older, wiser than it seems

Cold as ice you play with fire

And you hold on to desire…

Turn my silver into gold

Not afraid of getting old

Warm my soul remove the cold

When the night comes, give me hold

Gold I need to buy you dreams

Older, wiser than it seems

Cold as ice, a man of means

And you hold on to your dreams…