It was bright at Aleksanteri Street
And in my bag I had writings made by couple of girls
About their adventures and love
And that they don't get along with their mom
I was waiting for a tram
nowadays four passes this stop
I'm afraid of talking about
any other but trams
refrain:
But those girls had written
sad stories also
and also about the evenings at the beach
When nothing could be better
But those girls had written
sad stories also
and also about the evenings at the beach
when nothing could be better
Better
The trambridge was crowded
and in my mind I had writings made by couple of girls
About their scandals and love
And that they make long walks
I was staring at electric wires
those are above the street
I'm afraid of talking about
any other but electric wires
refrain
But those girls had written
and also about the evenings at the beach