How long will they be dreamin’,
how long will they turn back?
How long will they be lookin’
into an empty book?
How long will they be lookin’
without a summer smile?
As long as you are near me,
I’ll never die.
The reasons they are a-many,
the reasons they are justified.
But a little answer sometimes
is more than all the words,
a simple look of wonder
like that summer breeze:
As long as you are near me,
I know my belief.
How much they all have taken
without any regret.
How much they turn to pieces,
how much they are possessed.
How much, o Lord, is needed
for a Summer Child?
As long as you are near me,
I’ll always gather a smile.
How long must we be singin’,
how long must we unroll
the script of future’s splendor
and prayer of the Soul?
How long must be the tune
of the Summer Song?
As long as you are near me
it won’t find its end.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany