Where it came from, I don’t know,
the voice of your heart
must have magically descended from up there,
from the world of love.
Recollection of a night
that was never ending.
Concert of a sea without you
that plays and brings you back to me.
Days on the esplanade with you,
you were burning more than the sun
and your eyes in the wind, like mine,
in search of love.
Shadows of pine forest
and a meadow to dream.
Concert of a sea without you
that plays and brings you back to me.
The summer without end then did end
and my heart ran cold.
The earth that was spinning around us
distanced itself from the sun.
Recollection of a night
that was never ending.
Concert of a sea without you
that plays and brings you back to me.
Concert.