Jazz cigarrets

A shy breeze of lost perfumes,
Of iced glimpses don’t cease to scatter
In those who we’d like them to gather,
To find again the one who traveled our skin.
Tell me… if it’s true, is it still marked as a sin?

Jazz cigarettes, jazz cigarettes,
The smoke is dancing…
Jazz cigarettes, jazz cigarettes,
Life goes on smiling…

Yes, he went on with his way,
The keeper of my secret…
He mapped out another ticket
As a new love learns to play.

Jazz cigarettes, jazz cigarettes,
The smoke is dancing…
Jazz cigarettes, jazz cigarettes,
Life goes on smiling…

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