unspoken You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray Fading too soon, that's why I say Farewell to you, Indian summer You old Indian summer
Tulkojums: Sinatra, Frank. Indian Summer.
Summer, you old Indian Summer You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter You see so many dreams that don't come true Dreams we fashioned when
: Summer, you old Indian Summer You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter You see so many dreams that don't come true Dreams we fashioned
