I never thought about you this winter; I never thought 'bout you this spring
But now when the summer is here I never thought I'd think about you again
You smoke like a young Belmondo, you wear your flowers in your hair
When you were always to late, I still waited for you in this sweet summer air So I wonder my love are you still in Vallda? Like 10 summers ago...
I wonder my love are you still in Vallda? Like 10 summers ago... Someday I know we'll meet again but I said that every summer
and every summer is the summer closer further away from you...