Whispering over and over
 If it is an endless tale
 In this summer garden’s corner,
 Let’s bury everything
 Shovel in one hand and
 Chatting just a little
 Even if our conversation doesn’t carry well
 In order that our nights apart do not increase
 
It might have been a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
 In the garden of summer, summer, summer, summer
 That we smiled slightly in the wind, wind, wind, wind, wind
 Now, I don’t want to show it to anyone
 
Swaying beneath the strong sun’s rays
 The door shows us [bad word] face
 Stop pretending to have known, it says,
 making a constant, ill-humoured tone
 It’s not that we didn’t bring the key
 Whistling in the tussock, you
 Do not have enough hold on yourself to step forth
 
That silence was a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
 Summer, summer, summer, summer is vanishing
 Looking at your back as you stand in the wind, wind, wind, wind, wind
 I can’t help wanting to cry
 
The sinking sun is a pretense of sentimentality
 To do nothing for anyone
 Only you know that
 Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, summer, summer, summer, summer, summer
 It might have been a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
 In the garden of summer, summer, summer, summer
 That we smiled slightly in the wind, wind, wind, wind, wind
 Now, I don’t want to show it to anyone
 It was a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
 dream, dream, dream, dream from that summer day that still continues now