Heading through the fields of Cheveny
No engine as loud as the Citroen 2CV
Sitting in the orchard painting the trees
Putting on spacesuits and taking the honey from the bees
Trying to play a tune on a dusty trumpet
Sitting by the lake doing whatever we wanted
Flying our kites in the never ending garden
Side by side with my mother's brother
Old Summers,
living life in golden colours
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder if we
Will remember this one like the other Old Summers,
Old Summers
Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be brokenhearted
And times get hard,
we lean on one another Old Summers
The world's not as kind,
I'm more cynical now The jokes are
the same but I cannot laugh as loud
A little too long in this endless slum
Take me to the place of my mother's brother
Old Summers,
living life in golden colours
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder if we
Will remember this one like the other Old Summers,
Old Summers Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be brokenhearted And times get hard,
we lean on one another
Old Summers, Old Summers
Old, Old Summers
Old, Old Summers
I'm old with Old Summers
We won't be the last ones looking at the past
We won't be the first ones wondering if it's the last
So here's to brushing the dust of the colours
Making all the memories turn to another
Photograph book when we only get younger
Sitting on the shoulders of my mother's brother
Old Summers,
living life in golden colours
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder if we
Will remember this one like the other
Old Summers,
Old Summers Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be brokenhearted And times get hard,
we lean on one another
Old Summers, Old Summers Old,
Old Summers