I remember a song, a song when we were in love. She said this song of words of love. I remember a song, a poor song of love That made me cry, cry when we loved. A guitar woke up, a song almost asleep. You come back, you make me dream, song of love in Italy. Sweet guitar, tender memory, tell me the old story. Beautiful as love on the first day, like a heart at the first happiness. I remember a song, a song when we were in love. She said this song of words of love. I remember a song, a poor song of love That made me cry, cry when we loved. A guitar woke up, a song almost asleep.
