(Verse 1) A shadow stands behind a mirror, does not speak, only walks within me. Her eyes are dark like the past, yet they are lit up by my every word. (Pre-Chorus) She follows me without a step, she weaves silence into my dreams. She does not ask, does not wait, only listens, like a muse who does not answer. (Chorus) She kisses, but does not feel, the trace of her lipstick burns deeply. She comes with me, sliding on her knees, but does not bind, only burns me. Behind the mirror I am, the muse has remained within me. (Verse 2) She builds a new world from words, but sorrow is in every line. I do not know whether it is she or I, who is writing this novel now. (Bridge) A mixture of fear and desire, like ink that burns with blood. Not an angel, not a demon, just me, the dark muse lives in me. (Chorus – repeat) She kisses, but she doesn't feel, the trace of her lipstick burns deep. She comes with me, sliding on her knees, but she doesn't bind me, she just burns me. Behind the mirror I am, the muse has remained in me.
