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