And they call it summer
this summer
without you…
But they do not know that I live
remembering
always you...
The scent of the sea
I do not feel it,
there is no more
because
you do not come back here
close to me…
And they call them nights
these nights
without you…
But they do not know that there is
someone who at night
cries for you...
And others live
they talk,
they love…
And they call it summer
this summer
without you…
But others live,
they talk,
they love…
And they call it summer
this summer
without you…