Fistral - A

I like the summer like you like your wife

Live in the «master"for the rest of my life

Every year since I was young

And always here and always fun

Distant places, staying faces

All I want, I understand is it’s the summer

Over and over it’s summer again

Fills up the sad hole in my head again

Several hours and passing faster

To lift their head down to the sand

Distant places, staying faces

All I want, I understand is it’s the summer

And it’s with it’s flowers, and big huge skies

It gets high for hours, and then it dies

Ocean keeps me up all night

Sunshine makes my hair turn white

You know I hate the winter time

All because there’s nothing quite like the summer

And it’s with it’s flowers, and breeses off shore

It gets high for hours, and then back for more

And it’s with it’s showers, and big big skies

It gets high for hours, and then it dies