I remember days
I remember hay in the August sun
I remember long ways
that we crossed when we were young
I remember your words so childish and so full of hope
I remember your face
I remember the promise I broke
And I wondered
do you still think
of the village
of the fields
that we’ve sunk in?
I remember your face
I remember your struggle wet hair
as we were in Prague
and I wished I could disappear
I remember I once wanted to live with you all my life
in the little wood house
I never wanted to rise
from the summer
into the rain
from this love
from this summer
into the rain