Your trembling kiss and double show of five pesetas
in the right moment they were shining light on us
so many evenings down the alleys without a truce
how different the kisses when you passed of going to school
From that Judas kiss that we discovered without realising
near two hearts acrossed by an arrow
when I dumped her ring, the river water turned black
thirty five years from that and I never walked on her sideway again
Where will go the kisses we kept and didn't give
where is going that hug if you never give it
where will go so many things we swore a summer
dancing with the orchestra we promised to not forgetting each other
And the kiss that reaches you in that letter you never expected
as it's not signed you look different to the partners
all the french I knew and I will know was never her fault
they called her B.B and I didn't see her in "Babette Goes to War"