You wore pink Lacostes
Stone washed tight Levi jeans
The disco princess of the class
We watched football with your brother
From the TV at nights
On your leather couch
The stars were aligned
We were left alone for a moment
It was so beautiful, fragile feeling
It couldn't be stopped
It had to be kicked into the goal right then
From this place I've got to take my shot
Too quick, a bit dirty, insane like Maradona
Too quick, a bit dirty, insane like Maradona
Summer '86, '86, '86
Summer '86, '86, '86
Your blonde locks were wavy, styled with L'Oreal products
Like in Suosikki's photos*
Next to you on the couch I tried to tell you
All about Maradona
You were the soundtrack of my life, Stock, Aitken and Waterman
You were Sabrina in the outdoor pool
I shared a coca cola with you
You looked me, lusting
The ecstasy of love was so premature
Too quick, a bit dirty, insane like Maradona
Too quick, a bit dirty, insane like Maradona
Summer '86, '86, '86
Summer '86, '86, '86
Summer '86, '86, '86
Summer '86, '86, '86
And so ended the time of yuppies
And proper mullets
It was so beautiful
Fresh youth
It couldn't be stopped
It had to be kicked into the goal right then
From this place I've got to take my shot
Too quick, a bit dirty, insane like Maradona
Too quick, a bit dirty, insane like Maradona
Summer '86, '86, '86
Summer '86, '86, '86