$ABBA - Our last summer

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The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did it s best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play

And now you re working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you re the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
We were living for the day, worries far away...

(fade)

Inne utwory

  • Rock me
  • Sitting in the palmtree
  • S. O. S.
  • Put on your white sombrero
  • One of us
  • People need love
  • Santa rosa
  • Ring ring
  • Should i laugh or cry
  • Losowe utwory

    State of mind

    Got a big leather suitcase, all I own s inside
    Seems I ve been walkin for days, can t even bum a ride
    Try steppin to a tune, with the rhythm of a walkin man
    Mind drifts like a big balloon out of my...

    Santa rosa

    I d give anything to be back home in Santa Rosa
    How I wish this road would take me home where I belong
    Cause I have found no other place where I will stay
    I m tired and broke, my dreams have failed along the way

    I d give anything to be back...

    Una pagina doblada

    Es una pena, es un problema
    Es un dilema, una condena
    Una caída o una subida o necesario

    Una página doblá para bien o para mal
    Tal vez mejor así tendría que estar ahí
    Una página doblá para bien o para mal
    Tal vez mejor así tendría que estar ahí...

    Circle of tyrants

    After the battle is over
    And the sands drunken the blood
    All what there remains
    Is the bitterness of delusion

    The immortality of the gods
    Sits at their side
    As they leave the walls behind
    To reach the jewels gleam

    Intuition

    My intentions are good, I use my intuition
    It takes me for a ride
    But I never understood other people s superstition
    It seemed like suicide
    And as I play the game of life
    I try to make it better each and every day
    And when I struggle in the...