An oath that was a fugitive promise
A gaze that was a lie
A panorama that was like a brushstroke
Which gave the afternoon an organdy transparency
Juice of roses that God irrigated through your roads
Divine lips that I kissed
Of the afternoon and your oath, there was only left
The fugitive sensation of a kiss that will not return
The fugitive sensation
Of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation
Of a long kiss, that escaped from me
Juice of roses that God irrigated through your roads
Divine lips that I kissed
The fugitive sensation
Of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation
Of a long kiss, that escaped from me