We were talking about love when I dreamed of you It was reality that I dreamed that you were mine Maybe one summer our love will be And a fatal autumn breeze will shake The end of my dream of illusion And on this beach my heart will sink No peace will be seen, sand and sea The beach in solitude will remain The echo of your voice will be heard The traces of the eye will be erased When on the beach I will see the sun again I will be there and next to her I will remember I will evoke the immensity Of our love that I give myself in my chair The echo of your voice will be heard The traces of the eye will be erased When on the beach I will see the sun again I will be there and next to her I will remember I will evoke the immensity Of our love that I give myself in my chair *