I spent alone my summertime
Who better then me knows the loneliness of my summertime
Brothers and sisters play with sand
Fathers and mothers wait instead for their sons and daughters
When is the end coming?
What a lovely family portrait
Dated 1985
Of course it would never be folded
Into a photo album of mine
Who better then me knows the loneliness of my summertime
Brothers and sisters play with sand
Fathers and mothers wait instead for their sons and daughters
When is the end coming?
What a lovely family portrait
Dated 1985
Of course it would never be folded
Into a photo album of mine