What will I do alone at Saint Tropez?
Because the summer without you
cannot be imagined—
gray will be the sky for me,
if you do not come along.
I would seek everywhere in Saint Tropez, as you know,
the azure blue of your beautiful eyes—
that, even in the sky up there,
never again, never again
would I find.
A white wing in vain will open,
and a sail the sea will touch,
without hope the sun will seek out
your gaze, your gaze.
If you wish, I return to Saint Tropez with you,
because our summer is very brief,
and autumn will come for me, for you, for our love.
A white wing in vain will open,
and a sail the sea will touch,
without hope the sun will seek out
your gaze, your gaze.
If you wish, I return to Saint Tropez with you,
because our summer is very brief,
and autumn will come for me, for you, and so,
if you wish, let us return to Saint Tropez.