SWEET SOUVENIRS OF STEFAN


Mireille Matthieu



In my memory, is the summersong of the sea
and the bird that cry, sings a lulleby, high above
days like before, onesmore, it will never die
oh, Stefan, you are my love
 
Sweet souvenirs of Stefan
you won't be, just another man
sweet souvenirs of Stefan
I'll allways love you, if I can
Stefan ...
 
My dreams seems to young
for that happy day to return
when the rainbow's mild
like a lucky child
on the hill
 
You came to me
but my foolish heart couldn't see
you belonged to me
for a little while
oh, Stefan...
I love you still 








(Contributed by Marina Corbesir - October 2008)