Strangers in the night with their dreams
Strangers in the night, so lonely they are,
they go through the night and ask: Where are you?
Lonely they are with their longings
Lonely they are with their hope,
they go through the night and find no rest.
Strangers go past, and their eyes ask:
Do you also wish to dare tread the road of temptation?
Secretly a glance beckons, secretly happiness calls out:
Stand still, it's so far
There opportunity awaits!
Strangers in the night with their desires
Strangers in the night, so lonely they are,
have to be so alone with their dreams.