Summer

He was beautiful,
beautiful to my eyes.
From the moment I saw him the sun filled the sky.
He was so, so beautiful,
beautiful just to hold.
In my dreams
he was springtime winter was cold.
How could I tell him what
I so clearly could see.
Though I longed for him,
another trusted me completely
So I never could be free.
Ah, but it was beautiful,
knowing now that he cared.
I will always remember times
that we shared.
I will always remember times
that we shared.
Now it's all over still
the feelings linger on.
For my dream keeps
returning now that he's gone.
For it was beautiful,
beautiful to be loved.

Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto,
Li tutti vivono in pace e in onesta.
Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,
Come le nuvole che volano,
Pien' d'umanita in fondo all'anima.

Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro,
Li anche la notte e meno oscura.
Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,
Come le nuvole che volano.

Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo,
Che soffia sulle citta, come amico.
Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,
Come le nuvole che volano,
Pien' d'umanita in fondo all'anima.