作词 : DeVille DeVille There's a park somewhere Maybe in new york maybe in paris Maybe in barcelona Early in the morning There is the artist The creator With a small black beret A cane And a small back dog In the twilight of his life Sees his work And he feels There stands the woman of his dreams His love made in stone Time is so short now She has her arms outstretched Opened Looking at the stars all through the day And longing for the night She feels She looks up at the stars And prays I would do anything To be a real woman Of flesh of love And of that life i long for so So the stars give her the night Warning her do not touch Or they will die The next morning Walking his dog With a cane in his hand The artist, he looks up Sees a woman entwined With what looks like a man Wrapped there together He said my creation, my creation That's a woman and that's a man That's a woman and that's a man My creation That's a woman And that's a man
作词 : DeVille DeVille There's a park somewhere Maybe in new york maybe in paris Maybe in barcelona Early in the morning There is the artist The creator With a small black beret A cane And a small back dog In the twilight of his life Sees his work And he feels There stands the woman of his dreams His love made in stone Time is so short now She has her arms outstretched Opened Looking at the stars all through the day And longing for the night She feels She looks up at the stars And prays I would do anything To be a real woman Of flesh of love And of that life i long for so So the stars give her the night Warning her do not touch Or they will die The next morning Walking his dog With a cane in his hand The artist, he looks up Sees a woman entwined With what looks like a man Wrapped there together He said my creation, my creation That's a woman and that's a man That's a woman and that's a man My creation That's a woman And that's a man
