You know, I never was as happy as that morning
We were walking on a beach that was very alike to this one
It was autumn, but it was such a beautiful day
A season that lasts for very few days only
That you called " the San Martino summer"
But it was simply our summer
You seemed, against the light, a watercolor by Marie Laurencin
And I remember, yes
I remember well What I told you that night
It was a year ago. A century. An eternity.
Whenever you want
We'll go again where you want
I'll love you madly, you know
And the time will go back
There will be a sun that will burn
Even if there will be no more summer
Now I am far away from that autumn summer morning
But I think only of you, always of you
Where are you? What are you doing? Do I still exist for you?
I'm looking at that wave that will never reach the shore
I'm like that wave, you know. I go and come back
I am here, lying on the sand
And I remember the high seas, the sun and the happiness inside us
It was a year ago. A century. An eternity.
Whenever you want
We'll go again where you want
I'll love you madly, you know
And the time will go back
There will be a sun that will burn us
Even if there will be no more summer
http://www.geocities.ws/ha_hammer/lestatedism.htm
Italian version of"L'été indien"