I can still recall our last summer

I still see it all Walks along the Seine

laughing in the rain

Our last summer

Memories that remain

Oh yes

Those crazy years

that was the time Of the flower-power

But underneath we had a fear of flying Of getting old

a fear of slowly dying

We took the chance

Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall

our last summer

I still see it all In the tourist jam

round the Notre Dame

Our last summer

Walking hand in hand