Bacilli Miscellaneous Tobacco and Channel A smell of tobacco and Channel Reminds me of the smell of your skin. A mixture of honey and coffee It reminds me of the taste of his kisses.
The color of the end of the night,
He asks me where I ended up
Where are you?
That you only live this once
Where did you end up?
Where are you?
A smell of tobacco and Chanel,
And a mixture of honey and coffee
They ask me about her (her)
They ask me about her.
The stars also ask me,
They ask me to come back for her,
Oh, come back for her (her)...
Oh let him come back for her...
He doesn't forget,
He doesn't leave,
He doesn't forget,
He doesn't leave,
He doesn't forget
A rose that did not bloom,
But time does not wither it.
A flower promised a love
That was not
But that is still alive.
And again...
The color of the end, of the end of the night
He asks me where I ended up...
That you only live this once,
Where did you end up?
Where are you?
A smell of tobacco and Chanel,
And a mixture of honey and coffee
They ask me about her (her)
They ask me about her.
The stars also ask me,
They demand that I come back for her,
Oh that I come back for her (her)
Oh that I come back for her.
But they were the same stars
That one day marked my hands
And they removed the flower, that flower, from my life...
From my life...
A smell of tobacco and Chanel,
And a mixture of honey and coffee
They ask me about her (her)
They ask me about her.
The women also ask me stars,
They demand that I come back for her,
Oh that I come back for her (her)...
She doesn't leave,
She doesn't forget,
I don't know goes,
You don't forget,
You don't go,
You don't forget na na na na
Time keeps moving, it stays the same
thinking....

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