I don't know why this melody
always makes me think about you.
You were like spring to me
the one I wished to share with you
But it's all over, your love has died
But it's all over, your love has died.
I don't know why this melody
makes me remember and dream once more.
An old violin could be heard
playing strident notes
and it filled us with joy.
At a square with lots of pigeons
to your hands they all flew
cooed by your voice.
I don't know why this melody
always makes me think about you.
You were like spring to me
the one I wished to share with you
But it's all over, your love has died
But it's all over, your love has died.
I don't know why this melody
makes me remember and dream once more.
An old violin could be heard
playing strident notes
and it filled us with joy.
At a square with lots of pigeons
to your hands they all flew
cooed by your voice.
An old violin could be heard
playing strident notes
and it filled us with joy.
At a square with lots of pigeons
to your hands they all flew
cooed by your voice.
I don't know why this melody
makes me remember
and dream once more,
and dream once more.