Lyrics Summertime - Mina
                                                Summertime, 
                                                summertime 
                                                brought 
                                                me 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                thinking 
                                                you 
                                                were 
                                                mine 
                                                all 
                                                those 
                                                times.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                laid 
                                                it 
                                                down 
                                                and 
                                                left 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                behind, 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                blind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                the 
                                                summertime.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                could 
                                                ride, 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                ride.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                and 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                go 
                                                by.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Laugh 
                                                or 
                                                cry, 
                                                well 
                                                we 
                                                need 
                                                to 
                                                try, 
                                                get 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                line, 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                fly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                the 
                                                summertime.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                on 
                                                ahead 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                fade 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                looking 
                                                back 
                                                you 
                                                know 
                                                the 
                                                past 
                                                will 
                                                stay.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                me, 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                get 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                here.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jump 
                                                in 
                                                and 
                                                go 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                drive 
                                                for 
                                                years.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                could 
                                                feel 
                                                alive...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                we 
                                                are, 
                                                here 
                                                we 
                                                are,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Windows 
                                                down 
                                                we 
                                                see 
                                                    a 
                                                falling 
                                                star.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stop 
                                                the 
                                                car.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Waiting 
                                                for 
                                                nothing 
                                                but 
                                                our 
                                                beating 
                                                hearts, 
                                                going 
                                                far.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                the 
                                                summertime.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                air, 
                                                feel 
                                                the 
                                                air,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Take 
                                                the 
                                                map 
                                                and 
                                                point 
                                                to 
                                                anywhere.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                care. 
                                                Fingers 
                                                through 
                                                your 
                                                hair,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sky 
                                                I′ve 
                                                seen 
                                                is 
                                                blue 
                                                and 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                the 
                                                summertime.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Driving 
                                                away, 
                                                leaving 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                behind.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Driving 
                                                away, 
                                                just 
                                                driving 
                                                away.
 
                                    
                                 
                            
                                Album
                                
Moliendo Café                                
                                
                            
                        1 Soltanto ieri
2 Quando c'incontriamo
3 Giochi d'ombre
4 Il palloncino
5 Il tempo
6 Champagne Twist
7 Summertime
8 Chi Sara
9 Tu sei mio
10 Cubetti di ghiaccio
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