Summer days are at my door It won't be like before The wind blows softly through my room
Summer dreams are in the air Some place but I don't know where I feel I'll find her pretty soon
Memories keep rushing by And I always wonder why I've got to make myself believe
Things will always be the same All I'll play is a summer's game Golden sunlight at the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
