Chantal Fouet ca o doamnă de aur într-o rochie de satin plisată

If you go away on this summer day Then you might as well take the sun away

All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new and our hearts were high

When the day was young and the night was long And the moon stood still for the night bird song

If you go away, if you go away, if you go away

But if you stay, I'll make you a day Like no day has been, or will be again