Красивая и немного грустная летняя песня. Как она мне напоминает она лето 2001 когда все мы были молодыми и глупыми...

Measuring a summer's day,

I only find 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.

Tangerine