Back In Love by Eric Tchaikovsky

“You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walking along the beach a little like this one
It was a rare kind of autumn day that you only find in North America
Over there they call it "Indian summer"
What it was just our summer
And I can see you now in your long dress
Looking like a beautiful water-colour
And I can remember what I told you that morning
A year ago
A thousand years ago
Think of me, when this is just a memory,
Will you still belove in me
When the summer is gone?
All my life the taste of you will fill my life
Even when the summer is gone... “

Небольшое путешествие из Европы к берегам Америки.
Воскресные выдержки из судового журнала. Генуя, Нью-Йорк, Хьюстон, Варадеро, Рио и обратно. Её лицо, её улыбка и слетающие слова воспоминаний. Всё в этом музыкальном трипе о снах и яви, о том, что трудно носить внутри невысказанным.