rundt et bord Nar du en gang kommer Neste sommer Skal jeg atter v?re her Og vi skal synge gamle sanger om igjen Nar du en gang kommer Neste sommer Skal
And if you turn your back And we don't talk about it Is there anything you'd like to say? 'Cos this is the last time I'm gonna wait This is the last
It's almost summer And I can almost feel that sweet sunshine Pourin' out this heart of mi-i-i-i-i-i-ine Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Yes it's almost summer And
Hollow eyes, drifting melodies Where is our bright spark? The world is turned inside-out I'm choking on the dark So I tilt my head to Heaven I'm reminded
Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers It's not this dance, he?s gonna be there In the
No matter how hard The task may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges Can turn us around 'Cause what we're searchin
I'd listen to the words he'd say But in his voice I heard decay The plastic face forced to portray All the insides left cold and gray There is a place
I've become impossible, holding on to when When everything seemed to matter more The two of us, all used and beaten up Watching fate as it flows down
Summer's almost gone Summer's almost gone Almost gone Yeah, it's almost gone Where will we be When the summer's gone? Morning found us calmly unaware
Walking around, looking down For something better There's nothing better Same old weird and familiar sound It's just you leaving town, my God August came
No matter how hard The task may seem Don't give up our plans Don't give up our dreams No broken bridges Can turn us around Cause what we're searchin'
Walking around, looking down For something better There's nothing better Some old weird and familiar sound It's just you leaving town, my God August came
Someone has taken a while It?s just another day Whenever we get to talking You turn the other way Why do I feel this way Like it?s the end I?
Ou donc t'etais cet ete ? (ou donc t'etais cet ete ?) On t'a pas vu de Palavas a Saint-Tropez, Toi, mon copain pourquoi m'as tu laisse tomber ? C'est
Somos todos iguais nesta noite Na frieza de um riso pintado Na certeza de um sonho acabado E o circo de novo... Nos vivemos debaixo do pano Entre espadas
Frohsinn noch reicht, Und schon morgen fruh um sechs Wird der Rest der Welt mit dem Handtuch besetzt. Chorus: Hoffentlich ist der Sommer bald vorbei