I can still remember After, oh, so many years Or was it yesterday? Or was it now? Your lips tasted of coffee beans And cigarettes You had such handsome eyes Like olive trees As I spend the spring inside Some things are blurring in my mind But you're still clear I can't help but think that Life is making fun of me Somehow she smells my fears I may not recall some flowers But I have a spring inside of me ♪ ♪ As I spend the spring inside Some things are blurring in my mind But you're still clear I can't help but think that Life is making fun of me Somehow she smells my fears I may not recall some flowers But I have a spring inside of me...