scopalto

Summer is ending and a year goes by I'm growing up you know I don't like it. On the beach there are no more umbrellas it's the usual ritual but now you're missing. Languid shivers like ice they burn when I'm with you. Kiss me we are two satellites orbiting over the sea. It's time for the seagulls to come to town Summer is ending you know I don't like it. I'm still alone it's nothing new You already have someone to console you who will think of me. Languid shivers… Summer is ending and a year goes by I'm growing up you know I don't like it. A photograph is all I have but rest assured I will not forget you. Summer is ending and a year goes by I'm growing up even if I don't like it. Summer is ending summer is ending summer is ending oh oh oh oh summer is ending . . . . . . .