You know , I've never been as happy as I was this morning
We were walking on a beach that kind of looked like this one
It was in autumn , a sunny autumn
A season that exists only in Northern America
Over there they call it the Indian summer
But it simply was ours
With your long dress you looked
Like a watercolor by Marie Laurencin
And I remember , I remember very well
What I told you this morning
One year ago , one century ago , ages ago
We will go wherever you want , whenever you want
And we will still love each other when love is dead
Our whole life will be the same as this morning
In the colors of the Indian summer
Today I'm far away from this autumn morning
But it feels as if I was there . I'm thinking of you .
Where are you ? What are you doing ? Do I still mean to you ?
I'm looking at this wave that will never reach the moon
You see , like it I'm turning back
Like it I'm laying on the sand
And I remember , I remember the high tides
Sun and happiness passing on the sea
Ages ago , one century ago , one year ago
We will go wherever you want , whenever you want
And we will still love each other when love is dead
Our whole life will be the same as this morning
In the colors of the Indian summer