Here comes the ...

summer son...(Малко класика от 90-те години, тази песен е от времето, в което МТВ в България беше рядко, поп-музика беше мръсен израз, а Дони и Момчил още бяха заедно. Едва ли си спомняте тази песен, сигурно е по-стара от повечето от вас. Но чувството на песента си е останало въпреките миналите над 10 години...)


Im tired of telling the story
Tired of telling it your way
Yeah I know what I saw
I know that I found the floor

Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

I thought I had a dream to hold
Maybe that has gone
Your hands reach out and touch me still
But this feels so wrong

Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

Before you take my heart, reconsider
Before you take my heart, reconsider
I've opened the door
I've opened the door

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

Here comes the winter's rain
To cleanse my skin
I wake again
I'm over you

Here comes the summer's son
He burns my skin
I ache again
I'm over you

Here comes the winter's rain
To cleanse my skin
I wake again
I'm over you

I'm over you