I can see the gate and the trees standing along the alley
And the little house I remember so well.
We used to come here every summer after school had finished,
Just when flowers were starting to bloom.
I can hear, just like then, our happy laughter,
When we were taking our first sunbath.
We were alone in our bay; just think how brown we were!
These were wonderful summer days!
No matter what happens in my life,
I will never forget my summerland.
Here there were dreams and liberty; a grim illusion
Of happiness that I’ve never found.
Ideals got lost, my dreams got scattered like sand,
But I still remember my summerland.
No matter what happens in my life,
I will never forget my summerland.
Here there were dreams and liberty; a grim illusion
Of happiness that I’ve never found.
Ideals got lost, my dreams got scattered like sand,
But I still remember my summerland.