Why did you come here? What are you looking for? Like a thief you entered without calling Your portrait on the piano is there Your ghost is still unforgettable A man like you, so incapable of loving Is a collector, nothing more Your crazy heart will not give up Only possess and then abandon I love you with the clarity of my soul I love you more than anything, I love you more than anything I love you but I would never want to be In your collection of lovers, a lover You see, everything is the same, of so much loneliness Your books waiting in the attic Your empty armchair and love Fluttering, dying of pain I love you with the clarity of my soul I love you more than anything, I love you more than anything I love you but I would never want to be In your collection of lovers, a lover In your collection of lovers, a lover