When I wald down boulevard Saint Michel
I still feel those lips that kissed me farewell
In a bohemian room at Monte Martre

We discussed Picasso
Jean-Paul Sartre Cahmps-Elysèes in a street cafè
We smoked Gitanes
And drank red wine
Like in a book of Hemmingway

For ever and ever to stay Jessica love
I'm feeling so sad
'Cause the dreams that we had
In seventy-six
They are gone gone Jessica love ...