Already so late Are there (many) places to visit I let it begin, to hide the worries Without fail from this And you speak to me in French And you'll care for me I've been wondering if I'm sensitive after all I was wondering if I'm sensitive No sugar for us And when you're laughing I don't recognize it Any hard feelings from right to left Sickened, they'd hate the tango for me Without them there would be not much hope "A cup of coffee for the memory And another for the sorrow"
And you speak to me Where are you, where are you What an anchor my happiness will be
In another state Paper weighing a lot Levity brought to these pieces And who went dancing in slow motion Later on, we fed some lies And what you had expected Not that great after all "But my heart's not as black as your coffee And you're not French, either"