The Summer Of 42 (part. Michel Legrand)

It was the summer of '42
We were still hesitating a bit
Between love and friendship
And then one day
You simply gave yourself

It was the summer of '42
I was fifteen
You were beautiful
Around us, there was war
And in your arms, I shouted: I love you
In my arms, you cried: I love you
We were scared
We were happy

It was the summer of '42
I was fifteen, you were beautiful
It was the summer of my first love