I never thought about you this winter
I never thought about you this spring
but now when the summer is here
I never thought I think about you again

you smoke like a young belmondo
you wear your flowers in your hair
when you were always too late
I still waited for you in the sweet summer air

so I wonder my love, are you still in vallda?
like ten summers ago
so I wonder my love, are you still in vallda?
like ten summers ago

someday I know we'll meet again
but I said that every summer
and every summer is a summer
closer or further away from you