Besedila: Prozzak. Hot Show. Europa.

i remember like it's yesterday
the song we used to sing
what was its name
danced together till the break of day
and i knew i'd never be the same
now so many winters turn to spring
>but where is the love that i thought they would bring
sit and think about that girl from spain
and how we used to sing

lalalalalala...la...la...la...europa
lalalalalala...la...la...la...europa

london amsterdam and gay paris
don't mean that much to me
they're all the same
people falling but no one for me
they can never match that girl from spain
now so many years have past me by
and still i long for that sweet spanish sky

senorita do you think of me and of this melody

lalalalalala...la...la...la...europa
lalalalalala...la...la...la...europa

>a box of letters and a photograph
are all that's left to keep our memory
sometimes i swear that i can hear you laugh
like a ghost of what could never be
at night i will look across the sea
and wonder if you could be looking at me
the ocean haunts me like a symphony
that plays our melody

lalalalalala...la...la...la...europa
lalalalalala...la...la...la...europa