Indian Summer
You know, I have never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walking along the beach a bit like
It was autumn, an autumn when weather was nice
A season that exists only in North America
Down there one calls it Indian Summer
But this one was simply ours
With your long dress you resembled a watercolor by Marie Laurencin
And I remember, I remember very well
What I told you that morning
A year, a century, an eternity ago
We were walking along the beach a bit like
It was autumn, an autumn when weather was nice
A season that exists only in North America
Down there one calls it Indian Summer
But this one was simply ours
With your long dress you resembled a watercolor by Marie Laurencin
And I remember, I remember very well
What I told you that morning
A year, a century, an eternity ago
We will be going, where you want to go, whenever you want to
We will be loving each other still even when love will be dead
And all of life will be like the shades of the Indian Summer
We will be loving each other still even when love will be dead
And all of life will be like the shades of the Indian Summer
Today I'm far away from this morning of autumn
But it's like I was there
I'm thinking of you
Where are you?
Do I still exist for you?
I'm watching this wave that will never reach the dune
You see, like the wave I'm lying down on the sand
And I'm remembering the rising tide flowing in, the sun and happiness drifting away into the sea
An eternity, a century, a year ago
But it's like I was there
I'm thinking of you
Where are you?
Do I still exist for you?
I'm watching this wave that will never reach the dune
You see, like the wave I'm lying down on the sand
And I'm remembering the rising tide flowing in, the sun and happiness drifting away into the sea
An eternity, a century, a year ago
We will be going, where you want to go whenever you want to
We will be loving each other still even when love will be dead
And all of life will be like the shades of the Indian Summer
We will be loving each other still even when love will be dead
And all of life will be like the shades of the Indian Summer
