Käännös: Don Huonot. Viimeinen Kesä.
Käännös: Popeda. Kuuma Kesä.
Another long summer's come and gone I don't know why it always ends this way The boardwalk's quiet and the carnival rides Are as empty as my broken heart
Wasn't so long ago That every year your family Would rent a house from June to Labor Day Summer in Monterey None of us wore no clothes In Monterey our
Goodbye summer, I hate to see you go I wasn't ready for the autumn wind to blow So lonely We had a fine time holding hands in June Warm in the sunshine
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
It was a hot afternoon The last day of june, And the sun was a demon. The clouds were afraid. One ten in the shade, And the pavement was steamin'. I
When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the sun found the moon She was drinking
IT'S SUMMER!! The heat is blazing like the 4th of July I got the air con' on and its blasting on high So just grab something cool and jump in your ride
So you finally fessed up to her All the lies you said Now you kindly kiss up to her But the feeling's dead Several days have passed now Darker than any
Month in the summer, Dedicated to you, And I go by the name of Sway, Da Sypha Productions, You know how we do it, 2005 we're normal, Shinobi on the electrics
Tonight I'm yours, And you are mine, now. But is it love, Or just summertime, now? Ooh, the time is right, Come hold me tight. Let's grab onto the love
When the winter winds blow cold and I start to know I'm old I remember things we did in the summer of my life Things we thought and things we dreamed
Summer soft Wakes you up with a kiss to start the morning off In the midst of herself playin' Santa Claus She brings gifts through her breeze Morning
This right here go out to all the ladies who cannot predict when the sun will shine Just make sure when it do, you bask in it You embrace it, you let
It all seemed so idiotic, all the accusations of unpatriotic The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence Election November before the winter
Riding round town with all the windows down Eight track playing all your favorite sounds The rhythm of the bongos fill the park The street musicians trying
Strawbs version The dancing plants grow low Burning embers start to glow The pictures soon will fade Pictures that the flames have made Your hazy, wistful