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Текст: Scarlet Pimpernel. The Riddle.

See the moon slink down in the sky darling
Let your fantasies fly darling
Life is cold , and the game is old
Just see how virtue repays you
You turn and someone betrays you
Betray him first and the game's reversed!


For we all are caught in the middle
Of one long trecherous riddle
Can I trust you? Should you trust me too?
We shamble on through this hell
Taking on more secrets to sell
'Till there comes a day
When we sell our souls away!


Through the mist your lover is beckoning
Comes that moment of reckoning
Faces change. Even smiles grow strange!
And we all have so many faces
The real self often erases
Enticing lies , flicker through our eyes!


Feel the terror draw ever nearer
The more you stare in the mirror
But hold your own, face the wind alone!
Reel on love! Toughen your scars!
Year by year we're falling like stars!
'Till there comes a day
When we sell our souls away!


Can I run to you?
Are you true to me?
I'll do unto you
As you do to me!
And we slowly learn
Someone has to burn
Better you than me!


Oh , ev'ry Judas once loved a Jesus
But fin'lly treason will seize us!
And only fools follow golden rules!
We all are caught in the middle
Of one long treacherous riddle
Of who trusts who...
Maybe I'll trust you..
But can you trust me?
Wait and see!....