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Do you remember?
We couldn’t believe it would work
The warmest December
Twelve people, five rooms on the last floor
Just like out of nowhere
Just like an affair
I know you’re also recalling
Our quite bay
White sand, red wine
Sunny days, oh, such a wonderful time
Urging the neighbors, changing the flavours
Singing songs every night
Long roads, short cuts
Getting lost, and then a nap on the edge
Kind of your personal escape
To the better days
I wasn’t sure about it all, but George said that it’s gonna be OK
The show began when mr. Rust forgot his pass to the plane
It was Bob’s birthday and we had ‘bout 90 minutes
To celebrate
Then after fountains and another couple of hours in a car
We opened bourbon, probably the best I’ve ever had in a bar
And it was almost half past four The sun was knocking on our doors
The kids were sleeping in a bed, the sky was turning into red
And you don’t believe in miracles
I don’t believe in masterplan
But I’m still looking on these photographs
Ready to swear that I am damned
If I forget, how they tried to build a stage
In the middle of a pool
How they forbid our rock’n’roll
Do you remember?
White sand, red wine
Sunny days, oh, such a wonderful time
Urging the neighbors, changing the flavours
Singing songs every night
Long roads, short cuts
Getting lost, and then a nap on the edge
Kind of your personal escape
To the better days
And we were singing Hallelujah on that New Years night
While they were sending Chinese lanterns to the sky
Our wives will tell us, fireworks were amazing, never mind, we missed it all
Tomorrow we can celebrate the New Year one more time
And you don’t believe in miracles
I don’t believe in masterplan
But I’m still looking on these photographs
Ready to swear that I am damned
If I forget those winter days when each of us was sick and tired
But it was still one of the best moments in our lives
White sand, red wine
Sunny days, oh, such a wonderful time
Urging the neighbors, changing the flavours
Singing songs every night
Long roads, short cuts
Getting lost, and then a nap on the edge
Kind of your personal escape
To the better days
To the better days
White sand, red wine
Sunny days, oh, such a wonderful time
Urging the neighbors, changing the flavours
Singing songs every night
Long roads, short cuts
Getting lost, and then a nap on the edge
Kind of your personal escape
To the better days
Do you remember?
We couldn’t believe it would work
The warmest December
Twelve people, five rooms on the last floor
Just like out of nowhere
Just like an affair
I know you’re also recalling
Our quite bay
