Vārdi: ABBA. Super Trouper. Our Last Summer.

The summer air was soft and warm, the feeling right
The Paris night did it's best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe and you

You talked of politics, philosophy
And I smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer, memories that remain

We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret, oh yes

Those crazy years, that was the time of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer, walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants, our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer, we could laugh and play

And now you're working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems, yet you're the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer, memories that remain

I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, 'round the Notre Dame
Our last summer, walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants, our last summer
Morning croissants
We were living for the day, worries far away