All I have
is a mere loan
and that's the way it should be.
If I miss something from here
it's not the scenery,
not summer nights,
though allegedly they are unforgettable.
I miss that picture of you
in which you for the last time
cried out with happiness,
cried out with happiness.
In the small hours I have no peace.
Laughter of seagulls torments me.
I don't miss anything from here,
not even the scenery,
not summer nights,
though allegedly they are unforgettable.
I miss that picture of you
in which you for the last time
cried out with happiness,
cried out with happiness
cried out with happiness.
I don't miss summer nights,
not even the unforgettable ones.
I miss that picture of you
in which you for the last time
cried out with happiness,
cried out with happiness.