I met you on a gray afternoon, I was about to take a penalty,
because of you I missed a goal,
you had fringes and the school coat all dirty with mud,
since that day I didn't like football.
I loved you secretly without daring to say "hello, how are you",
as much as I wanted to but I was unemployed,
at the bus stop every morning I arrived on time
just to see you from afar there in front.
I never could talk to you,
I never could confess,
you were my great hidden love.
I got to party with that neighbor of yours full of pimples
just because I could have you close,
it was the best to make her laugh, I felt special
but if you came I would cut me off.
I could never talk to you,
I never confessed it to you,
you were my great secret love.
Yesterday morning I met you again at the Pryca, your bangs are the same,
without being able to help it we crossed paths,
you two the cart filled to the top with pork sausages, poor animal,
you didn't know me and I pretended to be clueless.
Maybe we were lucky
to never have spoken,
I've never liked sausages.

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