And speaking of missing someone,
where have you been,
where have your eyes been that we don't see,
where has this body been,
that left me dead of all this pleasure
And speaking of beauty,
where has the song been
that was heard
at night in the bars then,
where we used to stay,
where we used to love,
in total solitude.
Today I go out in the empty night,
in a bohemia without raison d'être.
Of the bar routine,
in spite of everything,
bring me you.
And speaking of passion,
in reason for living,
you could well appear to me,
In these same places,
at night in bars,
where have you been.
And speaking of missing someone,
where have you been,
where have your eyes been that we don't see,
where has this body been,
that left me dead of all this pleasure
And speaking of beauty,
where has the song been
that was heard
at night in the bars then,
where we used to stay,
where we used to love,
in total solitude.
Today I go out in the empty night,
in a bohemia without raison d'être.
Of the bar routine,
in spite of everything,
bring me you.
And speaking of passion,
in reason for living,
you could well appear to me,
In these same places,
at night in bars,
where have you been