La Fugitiva

A vow that was a fleeting promise
A look that was a lie
A view that was like a brushstroke
That gave the evening an organdy transparency

Rose juice that God watered on your paths
Divine lips that I kissed
Only remains from the evening of your vow
The fugitive sensation of a kiss that will not return

The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that slipped away

Rose juice that God watered on your paths
Divine lips that I kissed

The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that flees
The fugitive sensation of a long kiss that slipped away