Sitting in front of a Christmas pine tree
I opened the gift that you sent me
with the illusion that produces those things
I saw with sadness that you were wrong
The name of your favorite lover
it was very clear in a perfumed envelope
you reminded her that they were long ago mistress
and that the gift was the great anniversary
I will never again at Christmas have your lips
in front of that pine although I know I have to miss it
Oh! I send you your wrong gift
only my package name I have deleted
When the twelve of year end have sounded
I will be gone
with my delirious grief
Of those twelve grapes that you gave me between kisses
I do not want them anymore
you keep them to your lover.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)