When I will met you in Brix next summer I'll see you at the back of the trian... Station and we will talk sadly of a winter Spent in the arms some north... Country girl and we will drink to our freedom... Never admit to how hard freedom can be And if I don't see you in Brix I'll meet you in Paris behind Notre Dman Remember the first time in Pairs We smiled at each passer at each Passer by and and we used to drink to our freedom Too young to know just how hard... FReedom can be How but I wish we can say what we really intended to say Why must we always tell lies And pretend sits ok Yeah but I'll meet you in Brix next summer And let us not talk of the things That we both know cannot be made with words So drink up and just like the birds Migrate to the call of the seasons forverr You and I know what we have done and must do You and I know what we have done, and must do