Summertime in Prague
when blood was warm, when blood was young
After all those tears
after all those years
I long for...
Summertime in Prague
we were so rich without a dime
when I was your queen
and you were my king
without a palace
We would sleep in cheap hotels
and wake up from the sound
of bells on Sundays
We would only drink cheap wine
but I was yours and you were mine
Summertime in Prague
I was a fool I could not see
that you were ment to be
the only one for me
now I long for...
We would sleep in cheap hotels
and wake up from the sound
of bells on Sundays
We would only drink cheap wine
but I was yours and ou were mine
Summertime in Prague
when blood was warm, when blood was young
After all those tears
after all those years
I long for...
