A scent of tobacco and Chanel
Reminds me of the smell of her skin
A mix of honey and coffee
Reminds me of the taste of her kisses
The color of the end of the night
Asks me where I ended up, where are you
That this is only lived once
Where did you end up, where are you

A scent of tobacco and Chanel
And a mix of honey and coffee
They ask me about her (her)
They ask me about her
The stars also ask me
They demand that I return to her
Oh, that I return to her (her)
Oh, that I return to her

It is not forgotten, it does not go away
It is not forgotten, it does not go away
Nothing is forgotten
It does not go away, it is not forgotten
It does not go away, it is not forgotten
It does not go away, nothing is forgotten

A rose that did not bloom
But that time does not wither
A flower promised a love
That was not, but that is still alive
And again
The color of the end, the end of the night
Asks me where I ended up
That this is only lived once
Where did you end up, where are you

A scent of tobacco and Chanel
A mix of honey and coffee
They ask me about her (her)
They ask me about her
The stars also ask me
They demand that I return to her
Oh, that I return to her (her), oh, that I return to her

But it was the same stars
That one day marked my hands
And separated the flower, that flower, from my life, from my life

A scent of tobacco and Chanel
A mix of honey and coffee
They ask me about her (her)
They ask me about her
The stars also ask me
They demand that I return to her
Oh, that I return to her (her)
Oh, that I return to her

It does not go away, it is not forgotten
It does not go away, it is not forgotten
It does not go away, nothing is forgotten
It does not go away, it is not forgotten
It does not go away, it is not forgotten
It does not go away, nothing is forgotten

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