Текст песни
While your eyes played games with mine, singing songs and drinking wine
It s on days like these that i remember, i d like to think you re walking by those willow trees
on days like these i wonder what became of you
maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
Maybe today you are singing songs with someone new, on days like these i wonder what became of you
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole, i d like to think you re walking by those willow trees Monro, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
I d like to think you re walking by those willow trees, on days like these i wonder what became of you, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
singing songs and drinking wine
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole, i look around and think about what might have been
On days like these i wonder what became of you, on days like these i wonder what became of you
While your eyes played games with mine, i look around and think about what might have been Like, it s on days like these that i remember
On days like these i wonder what became of you, la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
as i recall the many things we left unsaid
it s on days like these that i remember
Singing songs and drinking wine, it s on days like these that i remember
On days like these i wonder what became of you, singing songs and drinking wine, it s on days like these that i remember
remembering the love we knew on days like these
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole, on days like these i wonder what became of you, i look around and think about what might have been
Maybe today you are singing songs with someone new, remembering the love we knew on days like these
singing songs and drinking wine
On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green, singing songs and drinking wine, singing songs and drinking wine
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole, and then i hear sweet music float around my head
Remembering the love we knew on days like these, i look around and think about what might have been
I look around and think about what might have been, la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la Days, on days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
On days like these i wonder what became of you, on days like these i wonder what became of you Like, on days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
on days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
it s on days like these that i remember
And then i hear sweet music float around my head, while your eyes played games with mine
Maybe today you are singing songs with someone new, i d like to think you re walking by those willow trees
I d like to think you re walking by those willow trees, on days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
Singing songs and drinking wine, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole On, it s on days like these that i remember
On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green, maybe today you are singing songs with someone new, while your eyes played games with mine
questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
it s on days like these that i remember
And then i hear sweet music float around my head, la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la, la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
La la la la la-la-la-la la la la la, i d like to think you re walking by those willow trees Matt, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green, i look around and think about what might have been
And then i hear sweet music float around my head, while your eyes played games with mine
Singing songs and drinking wine, while your eyes played games with mine Days, on days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
I look around and think about what might have been, on days like these i wonder what became of you Days, la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
While your eyes played games with mine, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
Singing songs and drinking wine, while your eyes played games with mine, while your eyes played games with mine
On days like these i wonder what became of you, maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
on days like these i wonder what became of you
While your eyes played games with mine, singing songs and drinking wine, on days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
Maybe today you are singing songs with someone new, questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole