You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning We were walking along the beach a little like this one It was that rare kind of autumn day That you only find in North America Over there, they call it Indian summer But it was just "our summer" And I can see you now in your long dress Looking like a beautiful watercolor And I can remember what I told you that morning A year ago, a thousand years ago
Think of me when this is just a memory Will you still be loving me When this summer is gone? All my life, the taste of you will fill my life Even when this summer is gone
Today, I'm far away from that autumn morning But it's almost as if I was there. I'm thinking of you Where are you? What are you doing? Do I still exist for you? I'm like a wave drawn by the moon Slipping back on the sand, remembering the high tides Remembering the happiness and the sun shining over the sea The thousand years ago or was it just last year
Think of me when this is just a memory Will you still be loving me When this summer is gone? All my life, the taste of you will fill my life Even when this summer is gone
Авторы: V. Pallavicini, P. Losito, S. Ward, P. Delanoë, C. Lemesle Adaptateurs: Bugatti, Musker Arrangements: Johnny Arthey (p) 1975 ed. SBK Songs / Eaton Enregistrement: 3 septembre 1975
Оригинал: "L'été indien" par Joe Dassin / "Africa" par Albatros