"Marie Victorie, Marie Victorie!"
a lazy voice in the afternoon,
calling a young woman now.
A boudouir full of flowers,
a canopied bed and white lace
the promise of loves to come,
of passions to ignite and grow,
of life to become hot and wild...
"Marie Victorie, Marie Victorie!
a lover`s voice in the night
calling a woman in her prime,
love and desire mingling
in the secrecy of dark nights...
Echoes in an old house,
loves and friendships of old,
sweet gardens and cups of tea,
and the voices of the past,
"Marie Victoire, Marie Victoire..."