Waiting for the sun to appear over the hills
Down to this secret place
Home of natives spirit
The Indian summer in Lo Lo Mai Springs
Join me down in this hidden place
Where time has no meaning
Where you can finally find some peace of mind
The Indian summer in Lo Lo Mai Springs
Summer days are almost gone
Gently blowing away our younger years
Filled with passionate fever
The Indian summer in Lo Lo Mai Springs
Wise and old have we become
Scars and wounds we got along the way
But we don't show them
Our faces immaculate in Lo Lo Mai Springs
The golden season is almost gone
Winter is taking us with a gentle breeze
Covering our dreams with fallen leaves
Now that you just fell asleep
Everything's quiet
Until the sun appears over the hills
The Indian summer In Lo Lo Mai Springs
