Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Dassin
Joe Dassin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vito Pallavicini
Vito Pallavicini
Composer
Pasquale Losito
Pasquale Losito
Composer
T. Cutugno
T. Cutugno
Composer
Pierre Delanoë
Pierre Delanoë
Lyrics
Claude Lemesle
Claude Lemesle
Lyrics
S. Ward
S. Ward
Songwriter
Johnny Arthey
Johnny Arthey
Arranger
Bugatti
Bugatti
Adapter
Frank Musker
Frank Musker
Adapter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacques Plait
Jacques Plait
Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walkin' along the beach a little like this one
It was a rare kind of autumn day that you only find in North America
Over there they call it Indian summer
What it was just our summer
And I can see you now in your long dress
Looking like a beautiful water-colour
And I can remember what I told you that morning
A year ago
A thousand years ago
[Verse 2]
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be love in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone
[Verse 3]
Today I'm far away of not-autumn morning
But it's almost as if I was there
I'm thinkin' of you
Where are you? What are you doin'?
Do I still exist for you?
I'm like a wave drawn by the Moon
Slipping back on the sand, rememberin' the high tides
Rememberin' the happiness in the sun shinin' over the sea
A thousand years ago
Or was it just last year?
[Verse 4]
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be love in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone
[Verse 5]
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[Verse 6]
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[Verse 8]
Think of me, when this is just a memory
Will you still be love in me
When the summer is gone?
Written by: Claude Lemesle, Pasquale Losito, Pierre Delanoë, S. Cutugno, S. Ward, T. Cutugno, Vito Pallavicini
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