I have a slightly strange feeling
like this was our first time meeting
because returning to you is like returning to a love
that was left far behind
Yes, there are those more beautiful than you perhaps
there are mirrors that you aren't in of course
but when i am suddenly alone, only you are a beloved country to me
missing, yes simply missing
And again blue and again to the sea
with you as always
and again a little humid and a little hot
with you as always,
and blooming in spring nights
open sky, how many stars
and the sun rests on the roof
with you as always
and again my city is wrapped in a holiday
with you as always
and again markets and alleys
and the colors and smells
What else can i explain, what else can i exclude
you are like a prayer, you are like a song to me
and if i would know that you had other lovers besides me
you will like always be only mine
And again blue and again to the sea
with you as always
and again a little humid and a little hot
with you as always,
and blooming in spring nights
open sky, how many stars
and the sun rests on the roof
with you as always
and again my city is wrapped in a holiday
with you as always
and again markets and alleys
and the colors and smells