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What do they know about our meetings?
What do they know about our goodbyes?
Of our kisses in other necks
Of our attachments in other eyes?< br/>Did they follow us at every meeting,
Like jealous people and curious people,
Weighing the pros and cons?
I don't envy... these envious people
I no longer know which of your friends
Or which of mine
Think that it will last one night,
Not the breath of a morning.
What do they know about words that go astray
Like sheep on the way
On the gray hillsides of the boulevards
Or in the metropolitan area?
What do they know about fleeting happiness
To hold each other close?
I don't see what annoys them
But I like to share the blame.
I don't know anymore which of your friends
Or which of mine
Think that it will last a night,
Not the breath of a morning.
What do they know about the time when we 'winds
My frantic breathing
When I look for you in the crowd
And believe that you will no longer come.
Do they follow us to each meeting
Like jealous people, like curious people.,
Deep down, what does that tell them
If we love each other a little better every day.