ヴェニスの夏の日-ザ・ピーナッツ

I dream of the summertime

Of Venice and the summertime,

I see the cafes, the sunlit days with you, my love.

The antique shop where we'd stop

For the souvenir,

The bridge, the boats below, the blue above,

I dream all the winter long,

Of mandolins that played our song.

The dream is so real,

I almost feel your lips on mine;

And though I know we have to be an ocean apart,

There's Venice and you,

And summertime, deep in my heart.

The antique shop where we'd stop

For the souvenir,

The bridge, the boats below, the blue above,

I dream all the winter long,

Of mandolins that played our song.

The dream is so real,

I almost feel your lips on mine;

And though I know we have to be an ocean apart,

There's Venice and you,

And summertime, deep in my heart.