When I look at you You turn your eyes away As a slave of your own thoughts, lady of the night Impenetrable and fearsome, lady of the night Attached to your illusions, you cry The comfort is temporary and therapeutic Then one day I'll meet you and look in your eyes Then you will bow before my feet In respect for my wisdom Now that I meet you, you will follow me Without gods or demons to torment us You are now the most beautiful and dazzling lady That will enchant everyone with your dark look