Volverán los buenos tiempos

It was summer, it was hot
you were dancing
in your swimsuit.
The sand between the clothes,
the martini and the sea
were the perfect company for your mouth.

You had to leave
when the sun went down.
You had to leave
and the summer ended.

Far from you,
under the rain I'll remember you.
But I know,
that the good times will return,
once again.

A rented car
was our hotel,
an old model from '63.
You used to say I'll be back,
I undressed you among the palm trees.

You had to leave
when the sun went down.
You had to leave
and the summer ended.

Now I know,
that the road is yet to be traveled.
I'll drive, down the avenue
by the beach once again.

Far from you,
under the rain I'll remember you.
But I know,
that the good times will return,
once again.
once again.
The good times will return.