One drop of water -cold-
fell on my neck
On that spring dawn,
After a long night of dancing,
Itt wasn’t even summer... began singing my friend
and my spine suddenly shivered,
I looked at him,
At the other side of the street, hanging on a lampost,
"It wasn’t even summer", I repeated to myself
When she talked to me, he sang louder
IT WASN'T EVEN SUMMER....
I sang now even louder so the neigthbors could hear me
"when she came back to me", I tougth
as I crossed the wet street, now
also swinging below the rain.