They knew that we have loved each other,
They could see how hard it was,
But none of them would ever bother
To understand the two of us.

They tore this love to many pieces,
Shared the little souvenirs
And kept the crumbs of our kisses
And the fragments of the years.

They know details and they discuss
The words you say, the things I do...
The noisy crowd has stolen us
And spread the story like a flu.

So now I hear your poignant name
The others shoot into the air.
They spell this love without an aim
While we have kept it like a prayer.

They sucked the flavor out of it
And killed this love with no regret.
That's why we never even greet;
They mustn't know we won't forget.