Rita Pavone - My Indian Summer (Perduta)

I miss my Indian summer in this mellow breeze
I throw a stick to my dog in the park
Sparkling lights from the sun on the high road
I'll send a message for you to feel, to ease your mind
Try to reach my hand out, imagine that you're here
Whatever happened to that year?

My Indian summer in disguise
My Indian summer with our eyes
Now it's just a masquerade without a name
Leaving to go back one day
Going back to stay...

I miss my Indian summer while the sun is setting down
I throw away the dog stick and leave the deserted park
Try to reach my hand out, imagine that you're here
Whatever happened to that year?

My Indian summer in disguise
My Indian summer with our eyes
Now it's just a masquerade without a name
Leaving to go back one day
Going back to stay...

Walking on the high road where everything is dark
Reminding me the message I sent you once before
Try to reach my hand out, imagine that you're here
Whatever happened to that year?

My Indian summer in disguise
My Indian summer with our eyes
Now it's just a masquerade without a name
Leaving to go back one day
Going back to stay...