Fistral — A

I like the summer like you like your wife Live in the "master" for the rest of my life Every year since I was young And always here and always fun Distant places, staying faces All I want, I understand is it's the summer

Over and over it's summer again Fills up the sad hole in my head again Several hours and passing faster To lift their head down to the sand Distant places, staying faces All I want, I understand is it's the summer

And it's with it's flowers, and big huge skies It gets high for hours, and then it dies

Ocean keeps me up all night Sunshine makes my hair turn white You know I hate the winter time All because there's nothing quite like the summer

And it's with it's flowers, and breeses off shore It gets high for hours, and then back for more

And it's with it's showers, and big big skies It gets high for hours, and then it dies