In the twilight of the hall they call your name
Are you a ghost?
A flick'ring flare?

Then the spotlight cuts the dust that fills the air
And hits your face
Are you still there?

And then you're turning to the stage
To climb the stairs - God, what a sight
And then the audience applaud
You are the goddess of the night

Jula, you're the star
Lost in the riddle
Jula, strange by far
Your life's so brittle

Follow me
Behind the screen
Behind the dream
A nightmare from a movie scene
And colourise your black and white
Fake smile in the mirror

Their make-up hides the sorrow in your face
This ain't your life
This ain't your place
But you throw a kiss and faintly fake a smile
Like you have learned, the silent style

And then you're turning to the stage
To climb the stairs - God, what a sight
And then the audience applaud
You are the goddess of the night