You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walking along the beach a little like this one
It was that rare kind of autumn day
That you only find in North America
Over there, they call it Indian summer
But it was just "our summer"
And I can remember what I told you that morning
A year ago, a thousand years ago
Think of me when this is just a memory
Will you still be loving me
When this summer is gone?
All my life, the taste of you will fill my life
Even when this summer is gone
Joe Dassin, Indian Summer.
I've heard this song on Italian, on Spanish, on French, on English and even on German. Very beautiful song...
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