Velvet and satin and puppets on strings
Everyone's dancing with Lady Marlene
Fear is the colour of all that they wear
Mother of pearl parlors pull like her heart, of, stone

Silently soldiers stands 'til they fall
Icicle chandalier shining so cold
They are draped in red in her masquerade
Lady Marlene takes your hands and commands them

When, to, blow,
goes to the skies above
deep in dispair they cry:
"Where is the love?"
Oh, the north wind blows
goes to the skies above
deep in dispair they cry:
"Where is the love?"

Birk is her grip on the world
Climate rose when the flag is so flirty
Your back's on marlene and let there be love
Child and pale, you won't fall asleep as...

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Oh, the north wind blows
goes to the skies above
deep in dispair they cry:
"Where is the love?"