Summertime in Prague

Summertime in Prague
When blood was warm, when blood was young
After all those tears
After all those years
I long for

Summertime in Prague
We were so rich without a dime
When I was your queen
And you were my king
Without a palace

We would sleep in cheap hotels
And wake up from the sound
Of bells on Sundays
We would only drink cheap wine
But I was yours and you were mine

Summertime in Prague
I was a fool I could not see
That you were ment to be
The only onе for me
Now I long for

We would sleep in cheap hotеls
And wake up from the sound
Of bells on Sundays
We would only drink cheap wine
But I was yours and ou were mine

Summertime in Prague
When blood was warm, when blood was young
After all those tears
After all those years
I long for