Текст песни Tangerine - Ananda Project

Measuring A Summer's Day, I Only Finds It Slips Away To Grey,
The Hours, They Bring Me Pain.
Tangerine, Tangerine, Living Reflection From A Dream;
I Was Her Love, She Was My Queen, And Now A Thousand Years Between.
Thinking How It Used To Be, Does She Still Remember Times Like These?
To Think Of Us Again? And I Do.