From the backside of the mirror

Voice...Voice again is calling my name.
Eyes... Eyes are watching me through the candle's flame.
I don't know what I see-reality or fantasy,
But someone look at me

From the backside of the mirror,
Mirror on the wall.
From the backside of the mirror.
I hear your silent call.

Face... Face I remember from my dream.
Lips... Lips are tender and sweet like cream.
These lips again I feel, are so warm and so real.
They're touching me...
They're touching me...

From the backside of the mirror,
Mirror on the wall.
From the backside of the mirror.
I hear your silent call.

As you have stolen my heart
Through the mirror on the wall,
So I'll come into your dreams at night
To take peace from your soul.

From the backside of the mirror,
Mirror on the wall.
From the backside of the mirror.
I hear your silent call...