Как и шампанское, поцелуи бывают сухими, полусладкими и сладкими.

Mais quand tu penches la tête Avec un soupir Sur mon coeur, mon coeur s'arrête Et je vais mourir...

I hope that you see me, Cause I'm staring at you But when you look over, You look right through, Then you lean and kiss her on the head, And I never felt so alive, and so... dead.

I've always been too lame To see what's before me And I know nothing sweeter than Champaign from last New Years Sweet music in my ears And a night full of no fears.