Summertime in Prague
When blood was warm, when blood was young
After all those tears
After all those years
I long for...
Summertime in Prague
We were so rich without a dime
When I was your queen
And you were my king
Without a palace
We would sleep in cheap hotels
And wake up from the sound
Of bells on Sundays
We would only drink cheap wine
But I was yours and you were mine
Summertime in Prague
I was a fool I could not see
That you were ment to be
The only one for me
Now I long for...
We would sleep in cheap hotels
And wake up from the sound
Of bells on Sundays
We would only drink cheap wine
But I was yours and ou were mine
Summertime in Prague
When blood was warm, when blood was young
After all those tears
After all those years
I long for...