Target language: Engels
On a nice summer day I pack everything, ready to go
A smell of holidays sneaks into my novels.
Barely the time of a bottle and I arrive when you have to go.
Once again a memory, ready to heal
Each time, it is the same,
You will be like unreal,
Each time, it is the same
Once again a story which
Ends on the page of a cloudless summer and
It is your image that I
Keep, the memory of a short-term story
I left your promises stuck on my face
Your silences which drift me away from the shore
The landscape has changed, emotion has faded
It is a done deal, I have already forgotten you