When I walk down boulevards Saint-Michel I still feel those lips that kissed me farewellin a bohemian room At Montmartre, a trait we discussedPicasso, Chopin, Sartre, Adriano, Yessica, loveI'm feeling so sad because the dreams that we hadin seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'rollChamps-Elysees in the street café we smoked chitin and drank red winelike in a book of Hemingway forever and ever and ever to stayYessica, love I'm feeling so sadbecause the dreams that we had in seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'rollFarewell, my Cherie Goodbye, my sweet memory, MarieYessica, love I'm feeling so sadbecause the dreams that we had in seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'rollWhen I walk down boulevards Saint-Michel I still feel those lips that kissed me farewellin a bohemian room At Montmartre, a trait we discussedPicasso, Chopin, Sartre, Adriano, Yessica, loveI'm feeling so sad because the dreams that we hadin seventy-six they are gone to rock'n'rollYessica, love I'm feeling so sadYessica, love the dreams that we hadYessica, love Oh, Yessica, loveOh, Yessica, love