The Last Winter - Lycia

Quiet, until springtime

And the cold winter air seems so far away from the summertime

And we will wait until springtime

And we will wait for the gentle breeze of the summertime

As we move through this winter town

One last look, one last day, but so far away from the summertime

We’ll be glad when we leave this cold, fading town

But so sad when we think of the gentle breeze of the summertime

And we are forever, hey, hey