Whispering over and over If it is an endless tale In this summer garden’s corner, Let’s bury everything Shovel in one hand and Chatting just a little Even if our conversation doesn’t carry well In order that our nights apart do not increase
It might have been a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream In the garden of summer, summer, summer, summer That we smiled slightly in the wind, wind, wind, wind, wind Now, I don’t want to show it to anyone
Swaying beneath the strong sun’s rays The door shows us a rusted face Stop pretending to have known, it says, making a constant, ill-humoured tone It’s not that we didn’t bring the key Whistling in the tussock, you Do not have enough hold on yourself to step forth
That silence was a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream Summer, summer, summer, summer is vanishing Looking at your back as you stand in the wind, wind, wind, wind, wind I can’t help wanting to cry
The sinking sun is a pretense of sentimentality To do nothing for anyone Only you know that Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, summer, summer, summer, summer, summer It might have been a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream In the garden of summer, summer, summer, summer That we smiled slightly in the wind, wind, wind, wind, wind Now, I don’t want to show it to anyone It was a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream A dream, dream, dream, dream from that summer day that still continues now