I was a stranger,
you were a stranger,
yet me informal,
you so informal
so informal.
One impromptu evening
our mouths being sociable
that night we kissed.
I've often dreamt of meeting you again
I've dreamt of meeting you again.
And you, do you still think
of that kiss that we had one day,
Me I admit to you that I often dream of it,
a small part of my mouth remained on your lips.
This beautiful kiss with no first name
settled like a butterfly.
What do they become, the people we meet
who change our lives without exchanging words?
I was the passenger,
you were the passenger,
on this trip on a stolen kiss,
you thoughtless.
Where are you today,
tell me who you were.
DO you sometimes come to go back
there, in this memory,
yes there, to remember.
Yes, you still think
of that kiss what we had one day
Me I admit to you that I often dream of it,
a small part of my mouth remained on your lips.
This beautiful kiss with no first name
settled like a butterfly.
What do they become, the people we meet
who change our lives without exchanging words?
Perhaps we may as well know nothing
about these fine gifts of chance
these lovers of nights with no follow-up,
whare do they go afterwards?
And you, do you still think
of that kiss that we had one day,
Me I admit to you that I often dream of it,
a small part of my mouth remained on your lips.
This beautiful kiss with no first name
settled like a butterfly.
What do they become, the people we meet?
Perhaps, at this very moment
perhaps, at this very moment
you think of that too.