Texty: Joe Dassin. Indian Summer.

You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning.
We were walking along the beach a little like this one.
It was that rare kind of autumn day you only find in North America.
Over there, they call it Indian summer, but it was just "our summer".
And I can see you now in your long dress,
Looking like a beautiful watercolor.
And I can remember what I told you that morning a year ago,
A thousand years ago.

Think of me
When this is just a memory
Will you still be loving me
When this summer is gone?
All my life
The taste of you have filled my life
Even when this summer is gone.

Today, I'm far away from that autumn morning,
But it's almost as if I was there. I'm thinking of you.
Where are you? What are you doing? Do I still exist for you?
I'm like a wave drawn by the moon, slipping back on the sand
Remembering the high tides, remembering the happiness
And the sun shining over the sea
The thousand years ago or it was just last year.