Holidays...
Short, warm holidays.
As fragile as clouds
that are gonna be broken up by the wind.
When the September sky
will have discolored everything,
we will be reliving our days (spent together)
in the shade of our memories.
My love,
I've just met you
and I already have to say goodbye;
I won't see you again.
And autumn is gonna be
so sad without you.
My love, my love,
don't forget me!
{CHORUS}:
Holidays
...
And I already have to say goodbye;
I won't see you again.
And autumn is gonna be
so sad without you.
My love, my love,
don't forget me!