It was once a summer in 1993 Where everything was so comfortable and the world was discreet If the day could be read as long as a book And the evening we sat around the table When you come again next summer I will be here And we will sing old songs again When you come again next summer we will eat, drink wine And we will talk together about the same old times It was once a summer in 1993 Where the world was safe along Norway's shortest path On the radio there was a program about summer baths We rushed down and took a bath When you come again next summer I will be here And we will sing old songs again When you come again next summer we will eat, drink wine And we will talk together about the same old times When you come again next summer we will eat, drink wine And we will talk together about the same old times And we will talk together about the same old times