I who don't smoke wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you
I have aged ten years or more in that last month
I felt longings, desire to return
I do the right thing: this is my place
But, you know how difficult it is to find
The right word, the right time to return
The open door, the right time to arrive
I who don't smoke wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you
I have aged ten years or more in that last month
I who don't drink asked for a cognac to face the winter
That enters through the door and you left open on leaving
What's certain is that I danced without wanting to dance
Now I don't even know where's my place
Day and night without ceasing I looked without finding
The right word, the right time to return
The open door, the right time to arrive
I who don't smoke wanted a cigarette
I who don't love you
I have aged ten years or more in that last month
I who don't drink asked for a cognac to face the winter
That enters through the door and you left open on leaving