It seems that you're saying
I love you, Maria
In the portrait
We're so happy
I call you in a hurry
And I leave some confessions
On the answering machine
And it will be funny
If you're living with somebody else
I see me by your side
I love you (do I?)
I don't remember
It seems December
Of a golden year
It seems bolero
I want to, I want to
To say that I don't want
Your kisses never more
Your kisses never more
I don't know if I really
Forgot you for sure
In our portrait
I'm looking so beautiful
Breathless I call you
And say confused things on the answering machine
It's so embarrassing
To see my great love again
My misty-eyed
Insane, Decembers
But when I remind them
They are golden years
I still want you
Bolero, ours verses are so ordinaries
But I am waiting
Your kisses never more
Your kisses never more