In your bed, I have known
Dizziness and the taste
Of sin, in a corner
Of secret paradise
The midnight sun
In your bed I have known
A wonderful summer
And the four seasons
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore
Hand on heart, to not promise you anything
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore
In your bed, I experienced
Happiness without crossing-out
Under bare ceilings
Of a villa on the coast
Weeks without Sunday
In your bed, I liked
The Last of the Apaches
And restless nights
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore
Hand on heart to not promise you anything
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore
In your bed, I have known
To-ing and fro-ing
And fever flowed over my skin
In your bed, I fell backwards
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore
Hand on heart to not promise you anything
My Friend, my Love
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore
Hand on heart to not promise you anything
My friend, my love, my lover, I swore