2, into the mountains of sunflower fields Mediterranean
Blue transparent sky bright crystal
The sweat on your face until now
The wind blew are smelled Provence flowers and grass
The train upside down limping climbed up the mountain
Dappled light filled the carriages
You shook ah shook ah slept on my shoulders
The clock clock is not a good idea, but it's a good idea.
The clock stops slowly
Like falling into a magical space and time
There's finally a reason for the flow of love
The warm afternoon breeze is blowing on me in a daze
The white curtains are flipping in my memory
The sun is going down in the Spanish plaza
The shadows of the two of us on a strange floor
Like a pair of wings flying free. Like a pair of wings flying freely like Picasso's portrait
Happiness is a sweet and sour sugar that can't be described
You know a kind of magic that makes the night glow
123 Open your eyes and a beautiful life dances in the moonlight
We've forgotten that there's a map, only the warmth of the palm of our hand
We walk slowly through the flowery and grass-scented path
The white curtains of a Spanish plaza, the sun on a hill
The shadows of two people on a strange ground