Heading through the fields of Chevigny
No engine as loud as the Citroën 2CV
Sitting in the orchard, painting the trees
Putting on spacesuits and taking the honey from the bees
Trying to play a tune on that dusty trumpet
Sitting by the lake doing whatever we wanted
Flying our kites in the never-ending garden
Side by side with my mother's brother
Old summers
Living life in golden colors
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder
If we will remember this one like the other old summers
Old summers
Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be broken hearted
When times get hard we lean on one another
Old summers
The world's not as kind, I'm more cynical now
The jokes are the same, but I cannot laugh as loud
A little too long in this endless slumber
Take me to the place of my mother's brother
Old summers
Living life in golden colors
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder
If we will remember this one like the other old summers
Old summers
Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be broken hearted
When times get hard we lean on one another
Old summers, old summers
Old, old summers
Old, old summers
Old, old summers
We won't be the last ones looking at the past
We won't be the first ones wondering if it's the last
So here's to brushing the dust of the covers
Making our memories turn to another
Photograph book where we only get younger
Sitting on the shoulders of my mother's brother
Old summers
Living life in golden colors
Killing moonlit nights and I wonder
If we will remember this one like the other old summers
Old summers
Where the memory of my life started
Where I learned to be broken hearted
When times get hard we lean on one another
Old summers, old summers
Hey!
Old, old summers