Оригинальный текст и слова песни Мечта о поцелуе:
Lips of glass
Their touch so deep
Cold, enchanting bliss
The dying dreams, I take unto my love
Her embrace to carry me beyond death
I...
Lips of glass
Their touch so deep
Cold, enchanting bliss
The dying dreams, I take unto my love
Her embrace to carry me beyond death
I...