Amours des feintes

Loves of deception
Of false appearances
Dead princess
Strutting around
Cards in a hand
Building up
The palace of a prince
Catalan
Loves of deception
Only a can-
Dreary glint-
In the wind
Where we borrow
Feelings
The maze
Obsessive
And as if nothing's wrong
We play with emotions
Between autumn and summer
Lies by omission
Loves of deception
Of false appearances
Dead princess
Strutting around
Strange fear
Listening to
The sweet laments
Of the wind
Loves of deception
In the present
And we wear ourselves out
Out of time
And yet many
Times we reach
To hold on
For a long time
Can time not stop
In the fire of our passions
It consumes them mercilessly
And there's no remission
Loves of deception
Of false appearances
Dead princess
Strutting around
Absinthe color
Scent of time
I will never be
Like before
Loves of deception
In the distance I hear
Over there it chimes
The time
Of these imprints
Of our twenties
Only the shades
Of yesteryear remain
Who can be and have been
I ask the question
Maybe I was destined
To dream of escape.