When I walk down boulevards Saint-Michel I still feel those lips that kissed me farewell
in a bohemian room At Montmartre, a trait we discussed
Picasso, Chopin, Sartre, Adriano, Yessica, love
I'm feeling so sad because the dreams that we had
in seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'roll
Champs-Elysees in the street café we smoked chitin and drank red wine
like in a book of Hemingway forever and ever and ever to stay
Yessica, love I'm feeling so sad
because the dreams that we had in seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'roll
Farewell, my Cherie Goodbye, my sweet memory, Marie
Yessica, love I'm feeling so sad
because the dreams that we had in seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'roll
When I walk down boulevards Saint-Michel I still feel those lips that kissed me farewell
in a bohemian room At Montmartre, a trait we discussed
Picasso, Chopin, Sartre, Adriano, Yessica, love
I'm feeling so sad because the dreams that we had
in seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'roll
Yessica, love I'm feeling so sad
Yessica, love the dreams that we had
Yessica, love Oh, Yessica, love
Oh, Yessica, love