The lovers
In the terraces of summer at blue
drinking night and happiness
convinced to not die anymore
in the long winters of the cities
the world close with the zip
credit cards at fantasy
and do not care about the SIP
love is also telepathy
the lovers with small flights
float a meter more over
and of the life they eat honey
and to us do not leave more
maybe cry at the end of a film
and then they will beat for the street
in the dark struggle with the jeans
playing the sex with merriment
the lovers invent the sun
in the cold grappa of a bar
thieves shameless of kisses and words
that escape from reality
yet the lovers seem us strange
but it we were also us
white on the lawns at thousands of hands
and now I don't want and you don't want
the lovers without mercy
as the daughter of heaven
with your eyelashes turn in there
behind a smile that goes away
that goes away...
but but but but
but the great loves do not go away
such as stains of eternity
it believe you that you're no longer my
with your eyelashes turn in there
the lovers are forever
and still we are you and me
as poets of the end of September
a little we feel Prevert...
the lovers no leave shadows
keep them all for herself
the lovers are forever
and still we are you and me
you and me you and me yes you and me
