Lletres: Schiller. Desire.

Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Want my soul remove the cold
When the night comes
give me hold

Gold i never to build you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice you play with me
And you hold on to your dreams...

Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Want my soul remove the cold
When the night comes
give me hold

Gold i never to build you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice you play with fire
And you hold on to desire...

Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Want my soul remove the cold
When the night comes
give me hold

Gold i never to build you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice a man of means
And you hold on to your dreams...